Foggy, Foggy Night!

We woke this morning to thick fog. Beautiful thick, white, damp fog that condenses on leaves and plants, that drips onto the soil and runs down the roof into our rain-water tanks, adding precious millimetres to their dwindling levels.

The sea is there........somewhere!

Every now and then the sun tries to burn through and the day lightens. I am sure that in another hour it will all be gone and the sun will have won the battle, but for now it is beautifully cool and we have the doors open wide and the fans switched off!

The sea is still there, I can hear it, and the seals are also loud this morning. And the fog horn is bellowing its warning from Cape Columbine Lighthouse near Paternoster.

Season of Mist and Mellow Fruitfulness!

I remember learning this poem ('Ode to Autumn' by John Keats) when I was about ten! It matters not that I only remember the first few lines, I am impressed that I remember that much seeing as I sometimes forget what day it is and only realise when I read the TV guide!

We have had nearly a week of waking up to thick mist, or is that fog? And what's the difference anyway? According to Rob, if you cannot see further than one kilometre, then it's fog. But as I cannot visualise one kilometre then it doesn't help! Anything damp, thick and white is mist!

The view of the mist from our bedroom.