Nothing special planned today, just my normal mid week run before work but the fog nearly got me this morning. The mist descended early yesterday evening before the bonfires in the allotments had gone out, the cooler weather meant that lots of chimneys were pouring out smoke too and they burn some really smelly stuff in these parts! Anyway I set off shrouded in the comforting, if spooky, mists only to realise that the fog had trapped a fair amount of smoke at pavement level. It was a relief to reach the fields outside the village. It's the first time I've struggled breathing for quite a while and it made me wonder how awful it must have been in Victorian cities with all that smog.
As I headed around the park, mercifully back in daylight running for a few weeks, prancing like a mad pony through the leaves so as not to repeat my recent fall, a very large Apple was very nearly my downfall. I just brushed the top and stumbled a little, pony prancing is definitely the way to navigate the leaves although the apple was very unexpected as I'm certain I was under a conker tree. I wonder what those little girls who followed runswithdogs would have made of my strange movements and would they have copied me 😀