Dickensian

It was if I'd stepped back in time to a smoggy London, with spires visible in the upper mists. On a walk through Streatham Common, contemporary items weren't so visible (bins, benches, etc.) and I could almost fool my mind into thinking I'd stepped back in time.

The fog has disrupted many flights in and out of London and shows no sign of lifting.

On other news, Fred made an amazing chestnut and celeriac soup. Num, num, num...