Trisharooni

By trisharooni

Blackheath Rail

We've had a couple of days now of thick mist.

Not all people love it, as I do.

I once met a woman who told me she'd grown up in Blackheath and couldn't wait to leave, as she'd found the mist scary and depressing.  
Many years of adulthood later she'd still never returned.

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