The forecast had been clear - it would be foggy across the south of England. It was equally clear that nobody had told the weather in this part of West Sussex. The sun rose on a gin-clear day and though it was very cold, the sky was blue and the heavy overnight frost was melting. The fog had been trapped inland and whilst it was causing trouble at the airports and on the roads, there was no sign of it here.
The Gorse Fox headed off to football. He was surprised that we had a full house again. So close to Christmas he expected people to be dropping off. The low winter sun was causing a problem as we played. Balls passed across the pith we just disappearing in the sun and time and again the players tried to kick what they thought was the ball, but turned out to be the shadow that preceded it. The Gorse Fox managed to lose the first three games but then, in the second hour, it ended up with 1 win, 1 loss and 1 draw.
Back home for bite to eat and then a stroll into Bersted to get the Gorse Fox's hair trimmed. The Silver Vixen is out with her coven today, but should be home before too long.
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