The lake was shrouded in mist this morning, a mysterious, enchanted world full of indistinct shapes and disembodied noises.
Gandalf the Grey Heron was out lurking in the reed beds.
The lake was shrouded in mist this morning, a mysterious, enchanted world full of indistinct shapes and disembodied noises.
Gandalf the Grey Heron was out lurking in the reed beds.