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
What an interesting set of photographs, I liked the one with the two sheep in best.
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I can clearly remember them looming out from the mist, unconcerned by the lack of a view.
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I couldn’t see them for the fog!
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😉
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I like natural fog too, that London fog was horrid!
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You’re way too young to remember the Real Stuff.
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I am but was brought up by a mother who like you lived through the real stuff. The stories she has shared over the years are fixed in my memories now!!
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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 🙂
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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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Oh crumbs… so now we need to take a tape measure out on winter days… life can be so technical!! 🙂
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I tried to grab some fog but mist 😂
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I doubt that you miss anything, Busyboy!!
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👍😃 Although I try not to be too busy 😂
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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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Indeed it was! Well spotted! And Fountains is a good place for an atmospheric misty walk.
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Beautiful, Margaret! The dales and your photos. James Herriot would be proud.
(The book and that BBC show are among my all-time favourites.)
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Oh thank you. ‘James Herriot”s surgery is in nearby Thirsk, only 10 miles from here, so we’re very much in the patch.
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Wow, it’s on my bucket list now!
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My grandparents lived in London and I remember those dreadful smogs.
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Once experienced, never forgotten 😦
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I too like the sheep Margaret 🙂
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They take life as it comes, don’t they?
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I suppose I’m lucky that I haven’t seen an yellow fog, but that description always puzzled me. Most fog I’ve seen, even the bad sooty city fogs are grey
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It’s not a true yellow of course, but those London smogs did have a dirty ochre-ish tinge to them. 1950s industry may have had different base-notes.
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I’m a fan of fog too. Though not when driving… 🙄
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Oh no indeed. I remember once in Wakefield, where we once lived, genuinely not being able to find the end of our road when driving home in a fog.
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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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I find the way it changes even the most familiar landscape quite exciting. I don’t get out enough …
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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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Definitely. If Foggy, Stay at Home. If possible …
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My brain is a fan, it is often foggy!
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It comes with our age, I’m afraid 😦
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Unless I’m driving, I’m a fan of fog too. There is something mystical about it. Great pics … especially the upper right (gold metal) and upper left (silver metal).
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Thanks! Intriguing descriptions …
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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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Oh yes! Scarf-masks. I’d forgotten those! And no, we stay home now if it’s truly foggy.
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Yorkshire such a pleasure to visit. Lovely pictures!
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Delightful scenes. Yes, mist and fog can be marvelous. I do remember the smog in the Los Angeles area …
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Oh dear. There too …
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Oh I so adore the fog too. In fact we are covered with a thick blanket of fog right now 😀
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Quick, Cee. Get that camera out!
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So long as it’s not freezing fog…. Love that first one, Margaret. Wonderfully atmospheric. And that sheep with the ‘who, me?’ expression.
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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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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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Get better soon Jo – both of you in fact.
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All systems go again today. I’m at croquet and Mick is elsewhere 🤣💟
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Excellent.
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They’re very gormless, our local sheep.
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🙄💕
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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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Thank you. these shots took themselves really. But yes, this walk was indeed mystical and inspiring. My friend and I walked in silence, as the atmosphere demanded.
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Love those sheep! And yes, fog OK (as long as you’re not driving on a mountain pass), but smog definitely not OK
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Quite.
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😊😊
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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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Pollution fog is horrible. But mists rising from the river and enveloping the countryside, softening its edges, are fine by me!
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Wonderful photos, Margaret 👏 You’ve captured the true essence & mystery of the Dales in the fog; brings back great memories (I grew up in Richmond, North Yorkshire) 😃
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Oh yes, I remember you told me that once. Not a bad place to be at all, just like your current address! A fun challenge: I’ll be back from time to time.
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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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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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Beautiful photos of the fog and sheep and the Yorkshire Dales of All Creatures Great and Small fame.
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Yes, ir really is a bit All Creatures Great and Small, isn’t it!
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