Having the Foggiest

Along with falling snow (which also has an obscuring aspect), fog is one of my favourite meteorological phenomenons.  It transforms the mundane into the mysterious and makes it an adventure walking in it, even if the path is familiar.  The blanket that has enveloped the British isles has played merry havoc with flights, not to mention car drivers but the walk into work was most pleasing in the pea-souper.  The most memorable fog was early in the morning, when the mist had scaled up the valley sides from the River Medway but now in retreat as the sun came out in a blue sky - the stelae of the Chatham War Memorial appeared like it was floating on a cloud, especially as its ground-level outworks were submerged.