It does, by now, seem faintly improbable that this was London's suburbia this morning - a thick hoar frost, and as I took a cab to Heathrow, past Wimbledon Common, I so wished that I could stop and rush around with a camera - there was a yellow sun rising, and a thick band of fog that started about two feet off the ground and then went up for another eight (at the same time, I was immensely grateful that it was paralysing the City airport and the Woolwich ferry, and not anything to the west of London). Very beautiful and uncanny.
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