zoidberg
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Hands up those who were surprised by seafog in the waters of SW Wales and England this morning/Monday..... and wil be surprised again later on this evening.
Curious, I've long associated the foggy dew with the Dublin Easter rising thanks to the Chieftans and SineadThe Foggy Foggy Dew is a metaphor for virginity, which makes the words of the folk song a bit more meaningful.
See also the northern coast of PortugalAs I remember, there are certain areas around our coasts especially prone to such inconvenient phenomona, due to seasonal upwelling of cold water.... and the seasonal advection of warm air from the adjacent land.
For similar reasons, same same in the Gibraltar Straits.See also the northern coast of Portugal
Spot on Zoidberg, I remember you gently chastising me for not predicting it when I came up the Chenal du Four in May a couple of years ago. Going into L'Aber Wrach in a white-out with an invisible bowsprit, I lost my way and nearly lost Marihøna and maybe my self.Aye, 'johnalison', that it is.... for those few of us old enough to remember 19th century folk music!
I s'pose my post was a kind of reminder that 'we' ought to be able to anticipate the onset of seafog - of whatever flavour - from our own direct observations and seamanship.
As I remember, there are certain areas around our coasts especially prone to such inconvenient phenomona, due to seasonal upwelling of cold water.... and the seasonal advection of warm air from the adjacent land.
Shouldn't take us by surprise....
It's warm and sunny here, but that sent an actual shiver down my spine.That's an area which, in flash fog, is a renowned killer. The old Breton fishing communities have folk songs about it.
Next time down that way, have a long hard look at the Plateau de la Helle. If you get in there in flash fog, GPS and radar will not be of much help. Then think of fisherfolk in times past, no engines, when the winter wind shifts and the fog clamps down....
'Chante ta chanson. Chante, bonne vieille. La lune s'eleve et la mer s'eveille.'
( Sing your song. Sing, old woman. The moon arises and the sea awakes. )