In a matter of minutes this evening, the Newport sunset and the Jamestown bridge were enveloped in fog, rolling in off the cold Atlantic. Kind of scary. It's accompanied by a chill damp breeze, and the eerie sound of the fog horns at Beavertail Light and Brenton Reef overlapping each other.
Nice to be snugly anchored (for a change) with the prospect of a madly flying dinghy ride through the fog and darkness to pick up Pat and Vicky!
Also appearing in the murk....
If I had [five] million dollars... A Swan 100. Now that, dear friends, is a boat...
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