Helen and I are always joking when we open the curtains in the morning that the sea is still there: “Hey Helen, look at this - the sea’s still there!”. I know, those long winter nights are just going to fly past. But this morning when I opened the living-room curtains and looked out, I couldn’t see a thing. Thick mist meant that I could only just see the sea.
So, I went down onto the beach and tried to take some pictures but they were mostly rubbish. The only one that even turned out vaguely acceptably was the one above (which gets larger if you click on it) which was the last one I took before I came home. The mist had risen by 30 or 40 feet and formed a thick blanket above my head. You can see Borth village ahead and nothing at all above the height of the houses. Before that, it was down at just above sea level.
I was reminded of this traditional song played here by Steeleye Span:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=heCWKiII29A
“One misty moisty morning when cloudy was the weather
I met with an old man a-clothed all in leather
He was clothed all in leather with a cap beneath his chin
Singing how do you do and how do you do and how do you do again”
Cheers, Tom.
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11/04/08 @ 12:13