As some shady ne’er-do-well would say in a Sherlock Holmes mystery ‘Cor, blimey, it’s a right pea souper out there’.
Foggy this morning, super foggy. Dead atmospheric though and all those fairy tale heroines flashed through my mind – Gretel, Little Miss Riding Hood – as I walked up to the park for personal trainer morning with Harry.
Every sound is amplified in fog, or maybe your senses are just more alert, but I heard the leaves falling.
The colour-contrast of leaves was just lovely still, but even though it’s 7.30am I am not the only one up.
Don’t know if you can see but the little grey smudge is a squirrel who was charging up this tree with his mate.
And at last I get to the park, equally masked by layers of fog.
I’ll update on what I actually did with Harry later today – I’m off out for lunch at the Yang Sing in town today. We’re meeting up with some old friends of mine who live on the Wirral and I need to get some make up on.
Catch you later x