Fog hung lightly in the air as the sun slowly rose.
Large lorries carrying enormous granite blocks were thundering past us and it was then that we realised the fog was not fog at all. It was fine dust from all of the granite mining that was taking place all around.
On both sides of the roads were huge quarries where these blocks were mined and the dust became thicker and thicker.
Thankfully, the quarries subsided by the second break and gave way to much cleaner air and surroundings.
Bobby’s feet had started to ache quite early and this was even more apparent when he stopped walking. He rested them in ice water and Satinder massaged his legs so he could rest.
Whether it was the dust in the air or the clouds, I do not know but as the sun set, the sky took on an amazing burst of orange.
We were ending our walk and were at the crossroads of a tiny village.
Bobby notices what looked like an abandoned house with a large forecourt. We parked there just as the sun dipped below the horizon giving the empty house a spooky feel in the diminishing light.
I went to sleep dreaming of fog and sneezes.