I’m wondering if my being awakened by the foghorns sometime between three and four accounted for my feeling really quite stressed. Only superfluous reasons for feeling that way. I did have a choice as to whether to stay in bed and stew in my feelings, or get up and go for a walk. If I got up, at least I would be doing something.
After hearing the foghorns, I thought it might be an interesting walk, so obviously I did get up, and I was glad at that. Visibility a long the high street was getting shorter. By the time I reached the waterfront, it was down to around one hundred yards.
Shorebased foghorns were sounding very regularly and each time were followed by a real cacophony of shipborn horns. The Normandie came in whilst I was at the waterfront. I could hear, and almost feel the deep thrumm of its engines. I couldn’t see a thing, not even a dark shadow as the ferry passed by.
The header picture unusually for me, is related to today’s post. Taken at the cockle pond, the view across the pond gives a good demonstration of the restricted view.
I must confess that it was a relief that my feeling of stress dissipated really quite quickly. Plus, I enjoyed the walk.
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