Fog this morning.  Beautiful fog.

I love the closeness of a foggy winter morning, the sounds and the look of trees.  The only time I did not like to see fog was when there was a crazy junction on the way to school.  On really foggy mornings it felt like a risky game turning right onto a busy main road.  Now there is a roundabout.

During staff briefing today I was leaning against a wall full of leaflets and notices.  As I intently listened to the notices my eyes drifted to a little magazine beside me;  A booklet explaining all the different types of tarmac and asphalt used on the roads or Northern Ireland.  Life is random sometimes.