The weather can’t decide what it’s going to do of late. Fog, frost, sun, you name it. Winter is definately arriving and with it comes my early morning commute accompnied by my parka and scarf. It’s cold. It’s 6.30 AM. I have to walk to the bus then get an hour bus then a tram. However what does give me a bit of joy is the way that each morning sky is something to document. And if I wasn’t up at that time, I’d miss it. (Although I think I’d still rather be in my warm bed).