Weasels in the mist
I haven’t talked about the weather for a while, because I know a lot of you are still socked in with Winter and…well…no beating about the bush, we’ve had a sunny few days here. When it’s nice in England, it’s first-lovely-warm-day-in-Spring nice. It can be 72, sunny with a cool breeze for months on end, when we get lucky.
But we paid for it today. When the sea is cold and the sun is hot, we can get a weather phenomenon southerners call a sea fog or sea fret. Northerners call it a haar — or har, hare, harl, harr or hoar. It’s where we get the term hoar frost (the fog that freezes and sticks to things).
A sea fret is awesome to watch, because it’s dramatic and sudden. It’s a dense fog with a highly perceptible edge. It comes galloping in from the Channel, drops temps twenty degrees and reduces visibility to sweet fuck-all.
We drove into the one today. Clear one minute, whooff the next. Not the densest fog I’ve ever been in (that would be a cloud I drove into on Grandfather Mountain once), but it was pretty spooky.
I gather most of England got this one.
Posted: March 13th, 2014 under britain, personal, weather.
Comments: 8
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Comment from Oceania
Time: March 13, 2014, 10:56 pm
Hmmmmm talking of fog
Comment from QuasiModo
Time: March 14, 2014, 2:45 am
Yeah, we just got another foot of snow last night…supposed to get a roller coaster mixed bag for the next week, rain, warm, sunny, cold, snow.
Hopefully we’ll get some spring soon…
Comment from Deborah
Time: March 14, 2014, 3:17 am
Looking very glamorous in winter white, Stoaty.
Comment from Nina
Time: March 14, 2014, 1:38 pm
It’s been warm here. Really warm. Gonna hit mid 80s F. Cold in the morning, but it warms up quite a bit. 🙂
Comment from Man Mountain Molehill
Time: March 14, 2014, 9:59 pm
That dense fog brings me back.
Driving from Church Crookham to Fleet
one morning I hit a patch of fog so dense
I couldn’t see the road from the windshield at all, just white billows. Stopped dead trying to figure out what to do, panicking, thinking I’m about to get hit, blinded, can’t even tell which direction I’m going.
Realized if I opened the car door and lined
the edge of the floor with the dividing
line I could slowly inch forward for about
20 feet until I left the patch.
Comment from Oceania
Time: March 16, 2014, 5:22 am
Hmmm well, looks like I’m off to fight for Russia!
Given that the West is run by women, faggots and homosexuals, well … it’s time for a clean up!
Comment from Dan Patterson
Time: March 17, 2014, 12:43 pm
Just returned from Blowing Rock and Grandfather Mt. Not quite a Haar (Hoar?) but bad enough.
Glad all is swell in MerryOld. Be real sweeet…
Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 17, 2014, 1:56 pm
I miss Grandfather Mountain. I don’t suppose I’ll see it ever again, now.
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