The mornings are getting colder and later. When I arrived at Losby at 7:30am, the valley was covered in thick fog. Mist is good, thick fog just means you can’t see anything. I waited, noticing slight changes in the fog layer. Sometimes I couldn’t see anything, then it started to lift. Then it thickened again. I walked through the rough and the ice stuck to my spikes. I was happy when the feeble October sun started doing its job, burning the fog. Although frost equals closed courses, it does lend an element of drama to the visually oriented golfer, waiting to play the day’s first shot.