haar!
I'm on a train, or perhaps, in honour of the mobile phone cliche: 'I'M ON A TRAIN.' The novelty of being able to sit here and surf in only mild discomfort (unless you get a table there isn't enough space for me and a laptop, alas I am no longer as svelte as I used to be), hasn't yet worn off, and the carriage full of grumbling pensioners can be ignored with a clear conscience (the buffet car has run out of tea, the horror!).Yesterday was another one of those slightly bewildering climate adventures, our weather tends not to follow the nationally predicted line, and we awoke to brilliant sunshine and clear skies, proper flip-flop and t-shirt weather. After a morning of blameless pootling about we decided to sort the recycling and head for the dump. Bathed in the sort of warm inner glow that shoving plastic bottles into a bin induces, we decided to reward ourselves with a pint and the sunday paper in one of our favourite pubs on the harbour of a local fishing village. There was a very boisterous, but rather inept darts competition taking place when we arrived, but no worries, we set ourselves up in the sunshine outside the pub. I was sufficiently absorbed by the gastronomic horrors I was reading about not to notice the temperature plummet, until I looked up and realised that visibility was down to about 20 feet, and it was distinctly cold. This was a haar, a cold sea mist that we are quite prone to, and as we drove back to our home, we could see it creeping up the glens towards us. It arrived about half an hour after we did, and the rest of the day was spent shrouded in fog, with nothing but the melancholy call of the lovesick pheasant to remind us that life goes on.
The cat, incidentally, was not impressed.
posted by Lampy @ 4/28/2008 10:47:00 am
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