East Coast Haar

With the sun breaking through the cloud eventually this morning, it seemed just the kind of day to take the air at North Berwick, have a picnic and, heaven forbid, even lick an ice cream cone, but the haar drifting in over the coast and thickening as we went, persuaded us to stop at Longniddry Bents, sniff the ozone there and then double back to Port Seton.

We had our picnic in sunshine, and I had a stroll along the harbour to blip the tall chimneys of Cockenzie power station rising through the mist.
No sooner had I the blip in the bag, than the haar, the scourge of the east coast, swooped in and the chimneys were lost.
The sun only appeared again after Musselburgh.