“I dreamt we were standing,
by the banks of the Thames.
The cold grey water rippled,
in the misty morning light.
Held a match to your cigarette,
watched the smoke curl in the mist.
Your eyes, blue as the ocean between us
smiled at me” – The Pogues, “Misty Morning, Albert Bridge”

I don’t cross the Albert Bridge going to work, but I was thinking of that song when I took this photo in the fog the other morning on my way in. Obviously, I’ve doctored it, to make it look and faded, to lend it its own air of nostalgia.