Fog is elusive. Hard to grasp. It lacks substance, and sadly I’d have to describe chasing fog in the same terms, even though I enjoyed listening to it. I’ve found much, if not all of the book has gone right out of my head and into the ether. Pashby travels in search of the increasingly elusive fog, but I can’t really remember everywhere she goes. Scotland. The Norfolk boards. Somewhere abroad - maybe Venice? It’s such a shame because this was such a peaceful and lovely book to listen to, but I failed to absorb the information and her experiences. Perhaps one better off in hard copy than audio.