Fog and Fika

This morning we woke up to a house enveloped in cold, white fog.  I was faced with a dense whiteness from every window of the house.  The fog has lifted slightly but it is still very cold and grey outside, it’s a day for log fires and staying indoors.  Everyone has lit their fires and there is a strong smell of wood smoke lingering over the hamlet.  Actually I’m assuming that fact because I haven’t even stepped outdoors yet (Paul did the early morning dog walk) but I can see the smoke rising from all the chimneys.

  
We made coffee and grabbed some rock buns, then snuggled down in front of the fire to watch Jordscott, a Swedish drama about murder, mystery and evil in the forests – a bit of Nordic Noir.  The sub titles are not a problem for me as I always have them on anyway.  It was an indulgent way to spend the morning and the cold fog outside just added to the Nordic atmosphere.  (Fika – Swedish coffee and cake break)