When the haar rolled in

A chum and I drove down the coast to North Berwick over the weekend. It was glorious, autumn weather – the sun is much lower in the sky, creating a warm, golden light and long shadows, and the light quality was making the colours on the trees incredibly vivid.

Haar At North Berwick 01

Haar At North Berwick 02

As we approached North Berwick, though, we could see some haar (a Scots term for sea mist), drifting over the islands in the Firth of Forth, just offshore from the town. A few wisps of mist were wrapped around this island, while much of it still caught the autumn sunlight, creating a lovely effect, so I hurriedly got the camera out to use the big zoom for a shot, knowing the conditions would likely change very quickly.

And yes, it did indeed change rapidly. By the time we had a leisurely stroll along the beach, then up a small hillside path to follow the coastal route, we realised we could no longer see that island, or the nearby (and much larger) Bass Rock. In fact, by now the mist was heading inshore, and the craggy rock of land that sticks out between the two main beaches, where the Scottish Seabird Centre and the harbour are located, was slowly vanishing under this soft, grey, wool blanket too.

Haar At North Berwick 03

By the time we had walked back to that spot to look down past the lifeboat slipway to the crescent-shaped beach and houses overlooking it, the mist had rolled in over the beach and into the town. With the low sun trying to shine through from behind, it created an eerie and unusual light quality, and turned the whole world into soft-focus.

Haar At North Berwick 04

Vid - Haar At North Berwick

The tide was just starting to turn – I was a little worried since such misty conditions often lead to ghost pirate attacks, but with the tide out, we were relatively safe, I judged – but now it was starting to come in, and fill the small harbour. Some sailors were readying their yachts, although beyond the harbour mouth was only a glowing white fog, drifting across the water.

Harbour Scenes 01

Harbour Scenes 04

The golf course runs right along by the beach, and as we walked back, the haar blanketed this too, leaving golfers wondering where the 18th hole actually was, but it did make for an interesting photo for my wandering lens!

Where Is The 18th Hole 01

Where Is The 18th Hole 02

Porty Scenes

A few photographs from a couple of recent jaunts down to Portobello, Edinburgh’s seafront. It has been remarkably mild for mid November, and the Promenade, the cafes on it, and the beach, were all busy, people making the most of the fact that it’s not bitterly freezing (yet!), while paddleboarders, yachters and rowers (and even some brave swimmers) were enjoying the waters. Late afternoon, and the low winter sun was already too far down, so the Prom and much of the beach was in shadow already, but out on the Firth of Forth, Inchkeith was caught in the golden rays of the last hour of light of a winter’s day, while the Fife coast behind was wreathed in haar (click the pic for the larger versions on my Flickr).

Magical Island Floating In The Light Of The Setting Sun

Looking at the sea

Life's A Beach 03

A sea view is lovely, but it is nicer when shared

Life's A Beach 04

Some folks were happily playing beach volleyball – not something you see a lot of on a Scottish beach in November, normally!

Life's A Beach 05

Cooking on the beach!

Porty Life 01

Busy, busy, busy: Porty Prom!

Porty Life 02

The Little Green Van is a fixture on Porty Prom at the weekend, usually close to the swimming pool. As well as serving up coastal coffees and other treats, they have padded cushions in case you want to sit on the sea wall with your drink!

Little Green Van 05

Little Green Van 06

Couple sharing a moment on Porty Beach

Porty Life 07