LOST IN THE FOG IN WEST WALNUT MANOR
Thursday was a most unusual day in West Walnut Manor. It started with a January thaw … progressed to a seemingly endless rainfall … and ended up being wrapped up in a somewhat rural interpretation of a London or San Francisco. I’ve seen both, and trust me … the local version wasn’t going to inspire anyone to pen memorable songs about it.
Personally, I’ve always enjoyed walk in the fog. It is the ideal weather medium for transporting yourself from dull, drab city streets to exotic adventures in imaginary locales. So naturally, Mlle. Renee had to take advantage of the fog for a fantastic walk around the Manor. I was Sherlock Holmes, she was my Dogter Watson.
Sometimes it felt like we were going to walk off the edge of the earth … or at least the moors in our search of some phantom hound.