Mists & reflections

We went out yesterday. After a quick trip to Mprrisons supermarket – we were running out of basics e.g. milk, eggs, butter, sugar – we decided to go on to the golf club.

As we went along the promenade we watched the people strolling along, obviously making the most of the dry day to work off some of their Christmas excess & get a bit of fresh air in the process.

Halfway along the view changed. Suddenly you were aware of the layer of mist rising from the water in the Bay. The view became transformed into a sort of Japanese artwork, with just the tops of the Lakeland fells emerging from the banks of whiteness. The water in the Bay sat there so still & limpid, barely moving.

At the club we were joined by our cruising friends. We were all relieved to have a change of scene. They too had had a quiet Christmas, though theirs was interspersed with phone calls with various children & grandchildren & the odd gurgle from great-grandchildren.

We left the club an hour and a half or so later. By then night had fallen. Across the Bay the twinkling lights of Grange-over-Sands could be seen so presumably the mist had lifted. As we turned a bend of the prom, we were entranced by the sight of the lights of Morecambe being reflected in the oh so still water in the Bay. Magnificent.