Autumn fog
November is also a grey month in Hungary. There is still little rain, but regular thick fog. Mazy catches her balls flawlessly and the deer were like shadows behind the garden: walking here is worthwhile in every season.
After 10 days of shivering at 12°C in the house, we can now happily turn up the radiator a little. It is already dark at 5 p.m., a bit like ‘double winter time’ because we are further east. This means that getting up in the morning is still no problem, but by 8 p.m. my chicken brain tells me it is time to go to bed. Personally, I like it: a productive morning and afternoon, then the evening can start on time.
