On the occasions that I travel to London from Deal
I always film the River Medway from a high railway bridge
But I was unable to do so yesterday as a fog had obscured my view and I could not even see the heavy waters of the river
When I had left Deal the sun was bright in the sky shy but my train soon ran into thick mists and later the grey fog
As the train passed through Ashford thronged with its expectant shoppers the skies deepened and this obscurity accompanied me fully on my journey towards London
The spires of St Pancras were almost hidden in the life low cloud and the city although busy was strangely quiet
People appeared and people faded
They were all strangers to me
Nobody spoke
When I arrived home I found the Berkshire air bitter
Its clouds had iced
Darkness had not yet fallen
But the day had grown ground tired and would not respond
2016