As I left the University this evening, a fairly heavy mist was hanging in the air.
I know from friends and family who drive that this sort of weather is not good for driving, but for me walking to the bus, and then home from the bus stop, it isn't really a problem. In some ways I quite like it. It's atmospheric. Literary. It feels a little like walking through the pages of a Victorian novel.
But on the other hand, it also feels a little like walking round when I'm not wearing my glasses.
