I've mentioned before how lucky we feel to live so high above the fog line, where we are in sunshine from the minute the sun peeks over the Snug Tiers opposite us. Far below, we see a blanket of white cloud in the bottom of the valley, which some hours later, drifts off down the Huon River. It's a trade-off, of course, between proximity to shops and other local services that we would have if we lived down on the river, and the optimism and natural vitamin D that comes from a bright sunny morning. Driving down the hill towards the river, we descend into the fog and lose a degree or two in temperature. This morning, it was 4 degrees at our place and 2 at the other end of our road. But there's something to be said, too, for the soft, mystical atmosphere provided by fog. The muted colours and sounds are a hallmark of Tasmanian winters.
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