Am I the only one who finds the blanket of fog that is covering the country and bringing Heathrow - and presumably other airports to a halt - rather comforting?
Living under the flight path I am only to pleased to see (hear) that flights have been cancelled and, for a change, can enjoy relatively peaceful afternoons in the run-up to Christmas. It seems a blessed relief, in this age of all conquering technology, that something as simple as a good old-fashioned English pea-souper can become headline news.
Close to where I live is the ancient woodland of Burnham Beeches. I took a drive up there this lunchtime and had a walk around the fog shrouded boughs. It was eerily beautiful and, thanks to the lack of planes, so, so peaceful.
A blanket of fog in the air and a blanket of leaves beneath my feet reminded me that, whatever we do as a people, the nation of England remains forever England.