The harrrr, north Yorkshire

Days here ''uup north'' in yorkshire are warm. A thick fog rolled in from the ocean early in the week and had yet to lift until yesterday - they call it "the harrr" and it's a classic Sherlock Holmes, Wuthering Heights narrative... London's West End story telling, hollow stage props for the 'The Woman in Black'. Thick fog. You the know the one - perfect for murder. I am living in most civilised digs whilst up here, a piano concerto last night, g&ts on the terrace, mary jane shoes etc etc. A far cry from the nutured yob in London, although i be equally fond of both guises.