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Spring : Spring 12 : Britannia Fog Lights

Sunday 5 am: Groans, moans and ows were the first sounds out of my mouth as I tried to get up. Yesterday's lengthy walkabout had metasticized into disemminated aches and pains. Feeling sorry for myself, I listened to a forecast of continued heavy fog. Good grief, I can't miss that opportunity. In my mind I leapt up out of my chair - but, in reality, I slowly craeked upwards towards verticality. I made it the bus stop from where I took this shot.

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