Each work day begins and ends with a six mile North – South journey across a beautiful stretch of the river Thames, near the old Chelsea pottery.

In the morning, as I crossed the water I couldn’t help notice that the tops of the Potteries chimney stacks were smothered in a thick white fog. It was a moving sight and gave me a brief glimpse back to the past life of these chimneys, when they were busy working.

To my right Battersea Power Station was softened to pale almost imperceptible grey smudge.

In the evening as I returned home I was treated to my second helping of London Fog. This time as I crossed the Thames I caught the Albert bridge shivering in the quiet water. A few minutes later I reached the common where an oak tree in crisp black silhouette against the orange, sodium stained night fog stopped me in my tracks. I pushed on and before I knew it, my journey was at an end.

So now London is enjoying a good nights sleep under its brand new foggy blanket.

Posted by Matt on December 20, 2006 02:08 AM | Permalink

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