Adventure in the Smog
Adventure in the Smog
Adventure in the smog
The ambulance and the police car burst out of the gloom making a really loud noise, with both their bells ringing. I was groping my way past the door of the big bank at the crossroads at the time. The wall was cold and wet, but I needed it to feel my way round, because you couldnt see anything.
Id heard the police and ambulance coming down from Forest Hill making a funny muffled ring as if they were wrapped in coal sacks. I suppose the police were trying to help the ambulance get through the traffic, but they neednt have bothered, because there werent many cars on the road. I was up at the crossroads at Brockley Rise. In the middle of the road theyd set up a big flame, called a flare, which shows up in the fog better than the street lamps. It puts out so much smoke that I think it was making the smog worse, but you could see it when almost everything else was invisible. The trams didnt need it of course, because they dont have to see where they were going. After all, with the wheels in those rails they cant really go the wrong way, can they? They were much quieter than usual and didnt squeal like they usually do when they go round the corner. You could just hear them rattling and shaking on the turn.
My Mum says there were a lot of ambulances around that day because people were collapsing in the streets. The newspapers called it “The Great Smog”. The wireless called it a disaster, but I thought it was fun. School let us out early and I had a smashing adventure finding my way home, what with the ambulance and everything. Of course, Ive seen fog before, but the smog was different. It was gooey and yellow and stuck to your face – not wet and misty-grey like normal fog. My Dad says its smoke and fog mixed up together and thats why its called “smog”. I think thats a good name for something which smells so horrid. I dont know what to call the smell, but its a bit like the stink you get by the gasworks. Smog gets up your nose and down your throat and makes it sting. Even so, I enjoyed the adventure.
The Headmistress sent one of the teachers round to our class to say we should go home early, before it got dark. Teacher said we must walk carefully and try to find a friend who was going the same way, but I went on my own. I got across the playground easily – I just aimed for the shadow where the boys lavatories would be, and the gates right beside them. When I got through the gate I turned right – the way I usually go – and felt along the wall with my hands. The policeman wasnt outside to help us cross because we werent coming out at the usual time, but there werent many motor cars anyway. The few cars that were out were going very slowly with their lights on, even though it was day. I couldnt see them very well, but I could hear a sort of humming noise when one was coming. If I waited for one of the motors to go past, I just had to step out behind it and walk straight ahead. I couldnt see the big white garage over the road, even though it was lit up. I could just see a glow from the oval bits on top of the pumps as I got near the pavement. I walked slower when I saw them and felt in front of me with my foot until