I stood on the ancient slopes of Nordy Bank hill fort on Brown Clee and was captivated by this ethereal scene as it unfolded beneath me. A tide of mist rolled over Clee Liberty Common and then slowly spilled down into the Corvedale. It was hypnotic to watch as the landscape was revealed and then gently obscured by a veil of white, almost as if the hills were breathing. In the midst of it all was a lone house, standing as a quiet witness to this timeless dance of nature. Magical Shropshire.