Very curious light at midday today. The sky only a couple of miles to the north was black, but sun was shining over the village. The grass in the fields on the hills in the near distance looked very etiolated, as if not exactly frosted, more covered with a slush puppy kind of dew. The highest tops were covered by brown brume.
Once we moved under the dark skies the grass turned into that very unpleasing shade of olive green, the tops of the distant Dark Peak mostly hidden by mist, but lower down the odd startling vision of an apparently white field iluminated under a shaft of weak sunlight.
