A Writers Journey

  The Fog Painter Chapter 1 Matteo had moved to Bath three weeks ago, and he still wasn’t used to the fog. In his hometown of Venice, there was mist that rose from the canals, but nothing like the thick, grey blanket that settled over Bath on November mornings, turning the elegant Georgian buildings into ghostly shapes. He pressed his nose against the window of his new bedroom, watching the fog swirl and shift. Somewhere out there was his new school, new streets to learn, a whole new life in England. His parents had moved for work, his mum taking a position at the university, his dad opening a restaurant in the city centre. Matteo understood why they’d come, but that didn’t make it easier. “Matteo! Breakfast!” his mum called from downstairs. He pulled on his school uniform, still strange and uncomfortable compared to his casual clothes back home, and headed down to the kitchen. His parents were already dressed, his mum in smart university clothes, his dad in chef’s whites...