Got the train to work this morning and going over that viaduct after H Heath was like flying. Above the train was clear sky and next to it all you could see was a blanket of fluffy white fog.
The HEATH is totally pea-souped. I just popped out to the newsagents for a Cherry Coke, and I couldn't even see my hand in front of my FACE. If anyone could have seen me, I'd have looked well weird walking along looking for my hand.