At this time of year, heavy morning fog isn’t an every-day occurrence in the Greater Daglan Area, but it is fairly common.
For example, I had to drive through thick fog on Saturday morning as well as today (Tuesday), as I headed from Daglan to the tiny hamlet of Costeraste (near Gourdon) to reach the spa where I exercise in its large pool three times a week.
Fortunately, it’s not the kind of fog that slows you down to a crawl, but it does demand that you pay particularly close attention to the road. It would take just a split second for a deer or wild boar to dart out of the brush at the side of the road, before you could see it coming. In any case, as the morning wears on, the sun starts to burn off the fog, and so by noon the driving is usually clear.
Although fog can make driving more treacherous, it does have a more attractive side. I was struck by the following view on Saturday as I left the spa and headed to my car — looking down the hill to a valley still shrouded in fog:
It may not be the French equivalent of the Great Smoky Mountains (in the southeastern U.S.), but it was still nice to see.