Ghostly start..

Dickens would have been proud of the fog and mist this morning, its muffling and ghostly quality subduing your senses and making a mockery of distance and reality.
Trees loomed like spindly ogres and lamp posts burned match like on the paths. Other people suddenly appeared out of the gloom and (quite unbelievably) cyclists without lights came and went in silent haze.

It will take some time for the sun to burn through this lot so I might not get to see it at all today...

Here we go....another long day at work!

Hohoho!