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crowbelle's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Sea Fret A SEA FRET...
Wet weather, whether it be in the Summer, Fall, Winter or Spring, always plays havoc with my joints. Today is no exception. Maybe it's all that white stuff on the ground melting up into the atmosphere... ...but it's pea-soup-foggy out there tonight! I like it, actually... the fog. Apart from what it does to the body. It feels like England, maybe that's why I like it. It's foggy a lot there. I can remember two days in particular in Yorkshire when Paul and I experienced severe fog -- they call it "sea fret" there. The first time was on our last day in Yorkshire one year... we were driving north thru Scotland. Our plane left from Glasgow, back when there used to be a flight from Glasgow to Boston direct, and the entire drive, from North Yorkshire, across Scotland to Glasgow, which took us about 4 hours, was thru the thickest pea-soup fog I have ever seen. We saw nothing the entire way, not even the hedgerows along the side of the road...so naturally we drove VERY slowly! And we had a funny noise in the back end of the rental car, too... so we really went slowly... We saw nothing of the beautiful Scottish countryside during that drive, even though we'd spent 4 hours driving through it! Lucky for us it was clear the day we'd arrived and had a nice drive down from Glasgow to the Yorkshire Dales. Our second sea-fret was when we met our then-cyber-friends, Don and Jean Burluraux, for a "day out."Click Here to see Don's web page, with photos, of our day out with them!I also made an on-line journal of that trip to England, and my page for that particular day is HERE We were staying in a cottage in Cotherstone, in the county of Durham, that year, and a friend from home, Margaret, had gone to England on her own and met up with us for 5 days in Durham (which is north of Yorkshire). The three of us drove from central England over to the east coast to Skelton, to meet Don and Jean at their home. The sea fret rolled in just as we rolled in to Skelton! It hugged the entire east coast all day long, and I remember Don's disappointment when he took us up thru the woods to the Capt. Cook Monument, and we couldn't see more than 15 feet in front of our faces! We had a lovely day with them, though, Don being tour guide, and Jean with a wonderful hamper of goodies for tea in the woods, and ending up with the most fantastic fish and chips you ever ate in an out of the way shop in Whitby. Fog or no fog...it was a perfect day. So my walk tonight with Paul and the dogs reminded me of those two times in England...in the sea fret. Good memories. A nice way to round out a pretty good weekend. 8:57 pm - 16 March 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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