A while ago (October to be exact) we had a perfect foggy start to the day. The landscape of Bristol, with Clifton sitting on top of the opening to the Avon gorge, means, if you’re lucky, you get a sea of cloud sitting over the city with you perched God-like on top. Or as God-like as you can feel after running up a hill laden with kit first thing in the morning. I’ve waited for five years to get a morning like this, it’s that few and far between. There’s a full set of pictures up here.