A foggy morning at Chelsea Sugar, the air was still, the sea was calm and a lone moored yacht juxtaposed, sits undisturbed while the peaks of the city peer through the low-hanging clouds.
Ian Rushton: In the Midst of Mist
A foggy morning at Chelsea Sugar, the air was still, the sea was calm and a lone moored yacht juxtaposed, sits undisturbed while the peaks of the city peer through the low-hanging clouds.