"Fog. Go. Away." she says

Oblivious. That describes me often sometimes. I've been so pleased with the fog these past few days, admiring the mist as it creeps across the landscape. 

However, we were supposed to be on a flight early this morning. In a conversation about cancelled flights with friends yesterday, it finally dawned on us that our flight might not leave as scheduled. 

Frantic  Determined re-booking calls.
We packed. We took a taxi to the airport. We waited. 
Late Evening flight also cancelled. Lineups and phone calls to re-book. Hundreds of people want off this Island.
Taxi return to home. A fine sleep.
Early morning flights cancelled today, too, but we're on the 6 pm this evening. Will we make it? I'll let you know.

*the airlines generously gave us taxi vouchers for our trip home and back out to the airport. Kudos to WestJet. 

Meanwhile, I have an unexpected day at home. I cleaned the bathrooms - something I didn't get around to when we left yesterday. My mind is in a bit of a dither and I can't concentrate on very much. Perhaps it's time to tackle the kitchen cupboards. 

The downside of fog. But still the robin sings. 

Foggy Days

 This has been a week of foggy, rainy mornings that clear into relatively pleasant afternoons. On Friday, accompanied by out of town guests, we went down to the water. Grey sea and sky melded into softly blurred harmony. I would have loved to have been on that sailboat in the mist.

After lunch at the Breakwater Cafe we walked along the breakwater. We heard lots of foghorns blaring but saw nothing. As we turned to go back to the car, I saw the cruise ship coming into port in the mist. Can you see it? Just the top few decks are visible. It was an eery sight to see it moving closer, as if suspended in the fog.
 

There were birds. A gull dipped his head down and reappeared with a crab. The heron looks like a grump in the bottom left photo, and more friendly in the top right. 

There were glimmers of blue sky above the fog. This sailboat, at anchor, drifted in and out of visibility. 

Arriving home, just a few miles away, blue sky shone overhead and there was no hint of the fog that enveloped the shoreline.

I'll be linking this to Mosaic Monday later on Sunday.