It’s cold outside, only a few degrees above feezing. The sun has barely started to rise, giving the sky the merest hint of pre-dawn light, just enough to see the outline of landscape we’re driving through. All around us is a thick grey mist that creeps across the dark fields on the side of the road. We cut through the fog like a knife as we speed down the road, leaving a trail of clear air behind us. Our headlights burrow into the mist, illuminating a few meters of asphalt ahead of us and the odd roadside tree, before the beams of light are swallowed up by the vapor that flows over us. There is a strange, mystical feeling to the whole scene, like we’re driving through a fantasy novel or an old fairytale. It’s almost sad we will reach our destination in a few minutes.