Foggy Vengeance

No it wasn't quite as bad as this. Nonetheless for 3:30 pm on a Blackheath summer's day it was bad enough. Wherever I went it was pea soup. It seemed almost as if, having sat for so long in the pavilion, waiting for smoke's innings to finish, fog came out to bat and was determined to show what it could do. After all, fog considers Blackheath to be its home ground. Dismissal to interlopers.

Yes I have employed some artistic licence using Silver Efex  but hey. Let's face it. Wherever one pointed a camera, today, the subject was going to be fog. What is a fella to do?