The Haar, happy things and Fool

There’s thick cloud where the mountain should be, haar where we usually look out to the houses nestled in Church Bay on the Island.  For days we’ve been shrouded in this mist, low mizzle hiding our landscape, cloaking her distinctive features.  It’s disconcerting, a little oppressive, friends are complaining of tiredness and migraines.  We are captive u…