I’m a fan …

Fountains Abbey and Studley Royal, North Yorkshire, Weather, Wharfedale, Yorkshire Dales

I’m a fan of fog. Not the yellowish throat-catching, grimy sooty pall that that I remember from a 1950s London childhood, which dirtied our clothing and made us cough while we waited in vain for buses, delayed by their headlights’ inability to pierce the gloom with their faint orange glow. Sometimes the conductor, carrying a torch, had to walk in front, picking out a path through the murk. No, now I enjoy peeking through the windows at a landscape softened in a mantle of greyish white. Or walking in the Dales, barely able to distinguish the path ahead, as sheep suddenly loom before us, concealed behind frozen grassy clumps.

These are all from the Yorkshire Dales, in Wharfedale near Burnsall. Here are just a few more – three taken near our house, and one, like the header photo, at Fountains Abbey.

For Jez’s Fan of … challenge

63 thoughts on “I’m a fan …

  1. I’m with you, and Beky – ‘natural’ fog is beautiful; mysterious and romantic.
    I wonder what the difference between fog and mist is?!
    Lovely photos – I can imagine breathing in the crisp, clean air πŸ™‚

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    1. I’m not at all sure when mist stops being mist and becomes fog. To do with whether you can actually see anything or not, perhaps? Ah. I’ve just looked it up. The Met Office says: ‘Fog and mist differ by how far you can see through them. Fog is when you can see less than 1,000 metres away, and if you can see further than 1,000 metres, we call it mist

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  2. I’m a fan of a morning walk through a gentle fog or mist. On a different note, been watching the Witcher on Netflix and spotted that some of it was filmed at Fountains Abbey.

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  3. Thick fog is dreadful when driving. Fortunately here it tends to be cloud and mist. I’m not one for walking in it, but looking at your photos I should make an effort.

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  4. As your photos show fog makes the pretty atmospheric and the mundane enchanting. However, I’m with Sandra (above) total fan of fog in the park, over the Waterfront, across the fields, draping the ruins and on and on EXCEPT when I’m driving.

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  5. I just remember those awful 1950s fogs and into the early 60s too I think. I remember being told to keep my scarf over my nose and mouth as I walked to school, because it would be bad for me if the fog got in! Early practice for mask-wearing perhaps? Your foggy Dales are beautiful however, but I wouldn’t want to be driving there.

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    1. You’ll have forgotten what fog is, Jo! But yes. it’s atmospheric stuff if you’re not stuck out in it reluctantly. Feeling a bit better yet?

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      1. I’ve been on the beach and been enveloped in it, Margaret, and that is really atmospheric and a bit weird. Classic flu- went out for some fresh air- felt a bit better- now feeling worse. Tomorrow’s another day.

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  6. Oh, I share you love of fog. There is a subtle and mystical energy that swirls around me on these walks. It feels like the sky has gifted earth with his clouds. Stellar photography, Margaret.

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  7. I see what you mean about fog creating some interesting and atmospheric photos. But I don’t love the fog! Not the natural one and especially not the one caused by pollution (which I experienced in China). That is horrible!

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  8. This is so funny – last week HH and I discussed the differencies of mist and fog – in all details and we looked it up too! I love mist, when things just sort of fade away from one’s view and I hate fog which seems to engulf and ‘put away’ stuff we’d need to know. A recent experience was our trip to a weekend place we rented. HH told me to sit ‘like this’ so that I’d see the Lake Zug on my right. When we arrived there where the lake should have been, it was so thick with fog you couldn’t see a hand before your eyes and the train plowed blindly on its tracks in the hope that all was well.
    On the way back 2 days later I said: Oh look there’s this really beautiful blue lake – in lovely sunshine and a glorious summery feeling (mind you it was cold but the sun shining gave that summer impression to us in the train)…

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    1. It’s so strange the different appearances of the landscape throughout the seasons – a lovely experience too. But I’ll stick with mist, not fog.

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