Winter.

There's a lot to be said for being warm and comfortable.

The cold weather is definitely moving in over London. You can see it- a murky grey mist gliding damply in to replace the harsher black smog of pollution fumes. The smoke's Arctic cousin. Perched on top of the buildings, spilling over into the teeming streets.

Aside from my somehwat Dickensian description choices, however, the main reason for this post was to firmly establish, once and for all (well, until Spring) that I am turning my back on my Autumn jacket collection. Surely not? I hear you cry but the time has come. I ponder 'The Great Coat Debate' every Spring and Autumn, but still never manage to time the change quite right. Today, however, if I even removed my scarf for so much as a second my neck felt horribly naked and vulnerable. I also returned from the office
with a very real concern that I was about to lose half of my face to frostbite.

Definitely time for the winter coat.