It was warm, sometimes hot, in Devon, even at the coast. There were a couple of days when a sea fret was blown in: warm, moist air condensing over the cooler sea and being blown inland. It was wonderfully atmospheric and quite a pleasure to find something other than clear blue sky to capture in photos.
Above: Sea fret meeting storm clouds (although the storm never materialised) and below: looking across Lee Bay to Woody Bay.
Above: Countisbury church, shrouded in a gentle mist
Below: Tendrils of mist whispering up the lane from the beach to the house.
Lovely photos. A good mist is magical.
ReplyDeleteI particularly like those last 2 pics, Jenny!
ReplyDeleteIt does make for pretty pics. I think that is the first I have heard of the term sea fret.
ReplyDeleteIn bad visibility navigation in the thirties was very hit and miss. One of the very last "Grain Ships" was the beautiful sailing ship "Herzogin Cecilie". After traveling half way round the world with her wheat cargo from Australia she ran smack bang onto the rocks here and became an uninsured total loss. A local farmer charged one pound for the public to cross his fields to look at the sad wreck.
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