Red (Kings) Cross

Travelling back home from London - and Kings Cross has donned its poignant annual poppy.

None of my favourite fine east coast views on the way back - it was fog all the way.

Reminds me of a favourite daft poem, which I can't remember exactly but it's something like:

"There will be a thick blanket of fog across the country," said the weatherman.

"Why do we always call it a blanket?" he was asked.

"Why can't we call it a duvet?"

Always made me giggle.