
Originally Posted by
Pleater
...this morning marked the equinox with a thick fog worthy of Jack the Ripper.
Thick fog? Surely you mean "mist and mellow fruitfulness"!

Actually, Autumn, with the mists and later, the sharp crisp mornings are some of the things I miss among the most, since we moved down here from the English Midlands.
Regards, Sav.
"The Sun Never Sets on X-Marks!"
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