What a difference a few metres above sea level can make. Whilst Jim and his team were apparently in clear conditions and catching birds at Brack, Gary and I were in freezing fog in the bottom of the valley close to where the Soar flows into the Trent. Almost as soon as the nets went up they turned white and froze. Apart from a couple of birds that must have entered the nets in the few minutes before they turned into a white wall we caught nothing. Just before 1100 we decided no thaw was imminent so we ‘folded’ the nets up and went home. I then spread the nets out on newspaper in the house and turned them frequently over the afternoon whilst they thawed and dried.