After living here for a few years, you get pretty good at talking about the weather. It’s the one thing you know for certain that everybody has in common.
It’s been unusually foggy here, and the limited visibility makes me think a little of horror movies and a lot of The Hound of the Baskervilles. Even the most prosaic of places becomes transformed by fog. You never know what might be lurking very close by, with you totally unaware.
Ingram Marshall’s Fog Tropes, from 1981, is an excellent way to experience picking your way along the moor in a thick fog without having to go out and do it.