The past few days have seen London covered in a blanket of fog. It's been really quite magical, ethereal, spooky and well, bloody cold! On a typical cycle in to work, I head along the embankment and usually check the time on Ol' Big Ben when I come out from the Blackfriars underpass but I couldn't see it for the fog. Still couldn't see it at Waterloo bridge. The sun was trying to peek through in places and it just adds to the atmosphere that is nigh on Dickensian I tells ya.
There was a really horrid fog back in 1952 that killed lots of people and let to the introduction of the Clean Air Act. You can read more about it here.
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