When I told my grandma that I was going to move to London she thought I’d feel home, for it’d always be foggy (fog is a common occurrence throughout the entire winter in Northern Italy). This popular image, however, no longer stood true, at least ever since the dam has been built down East, on the Thames Estuary. Fog has then become a thing of the past in London.
Well, apart from today it seems. Here’s the view that has greeted me this morning as I woke up, preparing for a flight that, it seems, is on its way to be cancelled, the inbound plane still stranded somewhere in Germany.

“Ain’t it foggy outside…”

“…All the planes have been grounded” (and the pigeons too, it seems).

“‘Cos I understand you were running from a man that goes by the name of the Sandman…” Ok, enough America’s song reference for today.

Not even the latest addition to Chiswick business park, the behemoth that has mushroomed out of nowhere in the last year, was visible.
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The thought of fog in London makes me think of Sherlock Holmes and how he thought it provided a perfect backdrop for a crime. Or something like that. I think he was actually bemoaning the fact that no criminal had been enterprising enough to take advantage of the fog.
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Well, the baddies would need to see through fog, though!
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Very evocative photos!
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