Friday, November 7, 2008
There are many things that I love about living on an island. Being surrounded by the ocean is wonderful. We are never more than a few minutes drive from a beach and of course we see it out our window everyday. But tonight one of my most favourite reasons was happening. The fog rolled in and it was thick as the proverbial pea soup. Then we heard the fog horn. Usually I hear it in the wee small hours of the morning, I love laying in bed and hearing it. Such a mournful sound.
We seldom hear it but when I do it makes me think of bye gone days and sailing ships. Vessels coming and going with no GPS navigation system! We always seem to have a lot of air current here, so that blows the fog away pretty quickly and all too quickly it is silent again.