August 15, 2021. Western Head, Nova Scotia. What a Difference.

Yesterday we three sat on the deck before dinner. We each took out a warm jacket because the breeze was chilly. While we sat, the fog rolled in. Soon the fog was so thich we could not see the water. Nor could we see the guest house. But it was pleasant. We could hear the waves lapping on the shore although we could not see the water. And we could hear the seals snorting and roaring and honking. They hang out on the rocks in front of Gills home. And we heard the fog horn, loud and clear. Of course, the fog horn has been running every day since Wendy and Ken arrived. Wh have had a lot of fog. Sitting in the fog was pleasant and we enjoyed niblling cheese and cucumbers while we listened. All we could see was thick fog. Today was a horse of another color. All day the sun shone which made the water sparkle. I am sure in town people were an uncomfortable 84. At Western Head it was just warm and always with a breeze. This evening I sat on the deck all by myself. Wendy and Ken left for home this morning. I wore a light dress with no need for a warm jacket. Visibility was ten miles. There was no fog in any diretion. The air was crystal clear and the sky was blue. I could still hear the waves but tonight I could see the water. And I could still hear the noisy seals. Nut no fog horn could be heard. What a difference a day makes.