It is common to shelter under a tree from rain. Not so in the midnight November mists of Middle England. The nights draw in, the temperature drops, the mist descends and the air takes on an intense cold humidity. Here you can walk the streets through the mist and remain utterly dry. But pass under a tree and you enter a delicate waterfall. The collected mist dripping incessantly onto your head as winter struggles to vanquish autumn.
I nearly didn't take these photos. It was 11.30pm and I was ready to go to bed. I was putting the rubbish out and noticed the mist. I grabbed my monopod, my camera and my woolly hat and set off a trek through my village to capture this amazing midnight world.
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