August 2, 2018. Western Head, Nova Scotia. Fog.

Fortunately Ken and I like fog. As I write, the fog horn is sounding its mournful reassuring sound. Two weeks ago we arrived in Nova Scotia. For the past two days, we have had brilliant weather with sun and blue skies. The rest of the time we have had fog. But only in Western Head do we have fog. Liverpool has been clear. Once you take the last turn in the road and come down the last hill, you see the fog. Sometimes it is so foggy you can not see the water or the guest house. We have had fog in the past but never for so many days in a row. Wendy loves fog. Their home is called The Fog and Bog. She thinks that fog has an etherial quality and a bit mystical. All sound is muted and the air is damp. Pat came home from her walk this morning with her rain jacket covered with water even though it was not raining. The fog has settled on her jacket making it wet. Fog reminds me of the movie Brigadoon which I loved. As I grew up in Vancouver I often walked to school through fog. I still recall the sounds of the steps as people approached. I could hear but could not see the people until the last minute. Evidently Vancouver has less fog. When the air was cleaned up, most fog disappeared. Once Jane and Mike and their three girls visited our Nova Scotia home. During the four days they stayed here they were never able to see the Atlantic Ocean due to the heavy fog. They could hear the waves but not see them. Most people prefer to see the beautiful sunny days and we do too. But we also love the foggy days too. We are right now living in a fog bank. The sight is unusual. We just laugh and comment that Wendy is happy. But Clausen is waiting for the sun.