Gor Blimey! That’s A Real Pea-Souper…
… and no mistake!
It is a well-known fact about San Francisco that it gets fog. In fact, to call San Francisco foggy is like calling Manchester wet. San Francisco gets FOG.
It’s a source of some (strange) annoyance to The Mrs that we live in one of the city’s various micro-climates and it’s one where we can see the fog happening to other people but it doesn’t often visit us. (We’re in a valley and it tends to hit the higher ground.) He’s got this thing about fog. I love it myself, but I love it here especially because it has real character. You can see it moving over the hills and down the streets, and that’s brilliant. London fog (British fog in general I feel) just comes down on you and that’s it.
The Mrs loves all the above, but also wants it in the ‘hood from time to time.
So this morning The Fog (yes, capital T capital F) was upon us. I walked out of the house without realising it and stopped on the pavement for a moment in shock. I contemplated running back in to wake Himself and make sure he wasn’t missing out, but it was thick and heavy enough that it was clearly going to be sticking around. This assumption was only reinforced when I got to the office, which is on a high floor and usually has a stunning view across the city, to be confronted by a solid grey wall. It didn’t clear fully for a few hours.
But I reckoned without the micro-climate effect. By the time The Mrs got up, the neighbourhood was fog-free. He didn’t even realise it had been otherwise until I mentioned it.
December 4th, 2008 at 3:20 pm
We have a new drink-any-day wine “Morning Fog” from California