The Haar
… I love it …
… arriving in Pittenweem …
… murky in the mist …
… the fog horn blaring out …
… warning the fishermen …
… a sense of mystery invading the village …
… but along the Billowness the golfers played on …
… as strange objects appeared out of the sea …
… and pulpit rock almost disappeared …
… but slowly the May Island re-appeared …
… as did Anstruther …
… and I found what the golfers had lost …
… it’s back again today …
so I’m off for another mystery walk
to see what I can find
Love how the haar cloaks the world in mystery. Captured perfectly by your photos.