FOG...

More late autumnal pictures - I still feel the need to document, even if it's a bit boring for you. I've dealt with having to take my car in for repairs every weekend for the past month or so by setting up a task/reward scenario. There's a place nearby that does really good bacon sandwiches (I may have fallen slightly off the greens wagon temporarily) so I always get one when I go. Then I have a snugs time with my mechanic's dog, who's obviously the best dog that ever existed. She likes to sit on my foot so I can't leave.

I keep seeing extremely dapper gentlemen about the place and struggling to sneakily capture them on Instagram. You'll just have to trust me that the man at the top of this tube escalator was wearing a pinstriped suit and bowler hat and moving at quiiiite a clip - too fast for me. The man in the red trousers was more leisurely, was smoking a pipe and wore subtly striped socks.

Finally, this November has been wonderfully foggy, which makes everything feel mystical and - to coin a phrase - Brontean. The final picture was taken yesterday morning; then last night as I was driving back towards London from Sussex I swung down the slip road onto the motorway to see fields with hovering low fog, silhouettes of trees and the sky bright neon pink. Like this (the only picture of it I can find on Flickr) but as if someone scrawled all over it with a bright pink highlighter pen.

p.s. I know this is sacrilege being a cat person, but I can't help looking up stuff about Akitas - the Japanese breed of dog my car guy has. I had been told they're very loyal and I found a story about one in Tokyo that used to meet his owner from Shibuya station every day. The man died at work one day and the dog continued to go to the station every evening at the right time for nine years (until its own death) to wait for him. There's a bronze statue of the dog at the station and bronze paw prints at the exact spot he used to wait.