We feel we live a long way from the coast but actually very few places in Britain are indeed a long way from the coast and, in North Essex, we are technically quite close (20 miles). Mist descends frequently in the autumn and our proximity to the sea is possibly one reason. Some people hate mist but I love it.
In the east of England, we have an ample population of elm and maple which in some years achieves a full canary yellow, and so it is that flames appear to lick through our hedgerows in the Autumn. This annual display always manages to seem visually unexpected, as if a year is just long enough to partially reset the visual memory.
