It's Off to Work We Go

With particular perception, His Lordship noticed the possibility of a blip for me this morning, when with the rising sun, a mist formed and hung over the Meadows in a deep layer with the sky above a patchwork of pinkish clouds.

The tip off ejected me out from the comfort of my study with the newspaper and the blinds drawn, to mingle with office workers on their way to work.
It seemed that many of them with a camera or smart phone had the same idea and were happy to stop in their tracks and photograph the scene too.

With the blip in the bag by 9:05, the rest of the morning was devoted to stocking up the wine cellar from a shop that used to be considered by his Lordship unworthy of his custom, but which has now ridden up the list of rankings and so can be graced with his presence.