Day Three

This is the third day Blackheath's been shrouded in mist.
This was taken while I was on playground duty.

You won't be surprised to learn that a big cricket match was postponed.
I once struck up a conversation at a course I was attending, with a woman who'd grown up in Blackheath.
She told me she'd found the mist creepy and couldn't wait to leave town and escape it.

She was middle aged when I met her, and had never been back.