Lee Valley Fog, CorkI stepped outside and the world had vanished. No horizon, no sound, just white. The house sits in Ballingeary, right on the valley floor, and some mornings the fog pools so thick you can't see the gate. After seventeen years here I know exactly what that means. The whole Lee Valley has filled up like a basin, Lough Allua has disappeared, and somewhere above all that white, the hilltops are sitting in perfectly clear air. Getting above it confirmed