Haar, Haar, Haar

Over here, today, it has been a tad foggy.  A haar, as it is known locally, came in this morning and killed the “brilliant sunshine” (OH’s words, not mine) stone dead all day.

“In meteorology, haar or sea fret is a cold sea fog. It occurs most often on the east coast of England or Scotland between April and September, when warm air passes over the cold North Sea. The term is also known as har, hare, harl, harr and hoar.” – thank you, Wikipedia – you explain it so much better than me.

Still, it makes for atmospheric creepy photos and I like that.  It took a while to find the horses, though.

Taktur always looks magnficent in the fog. He is the right shape.

When we went to check and move some of the ponies in Sandness, it was of course “brilliant sunshine” over there.  Driving home again was like the return to Mordor!

So, I set up my iPhone to film the fog as I wanted to see how it moved and was creeped out even more!

Enjoy (the film is speeded up, so you know).  It reminds me of the ghost skeletons at the end of Raiders of the Lost Arc – the bit where they all rush at them when the Arc is opened – and now that’s the end of me!

6 thoughts on “Haar, Haar, Haar

    1. Valere Ahlgren

      My cats have always seemed to stomp around, ‘Twas originally the poet Carl Sandburg who first said it, I think. His cats must have been very furry of foot or living on luxurious carpets. Fog does it right.

    1. Frances Post author

      Elvis, as in the chicken? Sadly she died a while back. A huge loss and greatly missed. We now have f***er chicken (a white one) but she’s not the same.


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *