…. the haar.
Obliterated is the immediate view, the Bass Rock beyond, the Kingdom of Fife on the far side of the Firth of Forth, all removed from sight by the sea fret, the fog, the local phenomena known as the haar. It can hang around for days. A few minutes after taking this photograph the visibility was further reduced as the haar closed in. In Edinburgh I have watched it rolling in from the river, moving up Dundas Street and encroaching like something evil in a horror film, all-enveloping, a real wet blanket. Travel a mile or two south and the sun is shining and the sky is blue.
Yesterday Tilly and I walked along Belhaven Beach. The waves crashed noisily on the sand and four surfers frolicked about in the cold grey North Sea. By the time we got back to the car we were very wet and soggy, and when I took my specs off I realised I had been peering through a fine layer of mist which had accumulated on the lenses. It was not a pleasant walk for me but Tilly enjoyed it, and it was her outing so that was fine!
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