Today, the 15th of July 2016, marks the point where I have 300 days until I turn 40. Those of you who have been following my ongoing series, Thirty-Nine Steps, will know that I have chosen my 40th birthday as an arbitrary date to try and arrive at a point where I am ready for the next chapter in my life. It is simply a deadline of sorts, something I can use to apply focus, a beacon in the mist.

As I have mentioned, and keep mentioning, I shall soon be sharing some photos and thoughts on “Places”. These will perhaps not follow a traditional method of information relay, instead I am seeking to mix more prosaic discussion of walks and destinations with musings on more lateral themes, such as the connection with the haar that rolls in suddenly, turning a blazing hot day into one of strange shapes in the mist, odd noises, things-you-are-not-quite-sure-of moving behind and through tendrils of clinging cold damp. Here is a taster of this beautifully ethereal phenomenon.

dog on a misty beach in Caithness Scotland, off the North Coast 500 NC500
Orlando The Sprocker, on obscured beach. This is what July can sometimes look like up here. In a forthcoming post, maybe entitled “Haar today, gone tomorrow?”, I shall be talking about the magic of the sea mist, the fret, the haar, whatever you choose to call it. This photo of Reiss beach in Caithness should serve as an introduction, and the temptation to title this piece “Haar of the Dog” was strong.

 

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Friday Photo #6 Reiss Beach, With Haar and Dog

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