High Pressure

A ridge of high pressure has sat on us for the past few days, bringing faint winds and an almost unbroken overcast. Yesterday morning dawned to a millpond sea wrinkled by zephyrs - in Greek mythology, Zephyrus was the personification of the west wind, a bringer of light Spring and early Summer breezes. The Greeks' idea of a westerly obviously differed radically from ours.

Dawn this morning was little different, a strange, pinkish light that struggled to show itself under a pall of low cloud.

All yesterday, and again this morning, tendrils of haar moved across the Sound and flowed onto the land, so that, at times, the tops of the hills stood darkly above a flowing river of mist. And, very occasionally and very briefly, a watery sun came out, smiled wanly, and retired again.

We have snow forecast for Wednesday and Thursday. There's never a dull moment here.