Hackney Rises While Venice Sinks

When I woke up this morning and looked out the window at all that fog I thought 'wish I was in Venice instead of Hackney...' No chance of that, not this morning anyway, no chance of belting up to Stansted and jetting off to Marco Polo, not with a well known English Tenor coming to breakfast and there being no breakfast in the house. So, off through the park at 8am to fetch a loaf from the Spence and wow! Who needs to shuffle round Venice with a pack of tourists? We have our very own opalescent lagoon, deserted, save for a couple of dog walkers...

... not many 16th Century Palazzos admittedly but plenty of majestic plane trees and stately horse-chestnuts shrouded in mist...

 I was even treated to the sound of church bells as the sun started to come out...