Persepective

Seeing through the mist

 

Given that the concept behind this blog is searching for beauty in the everyday, I anticipate that ‘perspective’ will be an essential word, one which I will try not to overuse. I’m just getting started with this idea so I shall cut myself some slack for now and use it here. It seems to me, especially after the warm weather we’ve had recently, that sunshine can have a huge impact on my mood and that of those around me. Despite this, I was strangely delighted to spend a few hours at the seaside on my last day off work surrounding by a curious Scottish phenomenon often accused of dampening days and spirits. For those who don’t recognise it from my beach snap, here is a little snippet of information:

‘An east coast haar, pronounced like far, is a deeply depressing experience. It is not as if any warmth remains amidst the fog. Far from it. A haar is not only dark, dank and damp, but often so cold that it seems to penetrate your very bones. Those of us who live in haar country should be used to it by now, but it often catches us by surprise’

Betty Kirkpatrick – Useful Scots word: haar

caledonianmercury.com

Being an odd romantic sort I have to admit that even on the inkiest days I quite like the creepiness of this fast approaching mist, but it is certainly true that the intrigue wears off and the haar begins to get you down a bit. On this day, however, it seemed relevant to my quest for optimism. We headed the beach, clutching buckets, spades, bikinis and vague hopes of warm oceans which never quite make it to the North Sea, no matter how hard you try to imagine bathwater temperature as you dip a cautious toe in the freezing blue. We turned a bend in the road to see the great grey beast hanging heavy on the coast and on our dreams of fun at the seaside and sighed a collective expression of disappointment that we’d driven all that way to be greeted by the haar. And then we went down onto the sand and lay stubbornly on beach towels and read our books and built sandcastles and had a brilliant time anyway. If you squint hard enough through the mist you’ll see that we weren’t the only ones either. I guess what I’m trying to say is that the next time the weather gets me down for whatever reason, I’ll try to go out searching for a way to make it seem beautiful again.

 

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