posted on Aug, 18 2007 @ 06:41 AM
Yes, when I was maybe 15 or 16 there was an incredibly thick fog that blanketed N London for a whole day. A real pea-souper, as they used to say.
Sound was deadened to the point where everything sounded wrong, and hardly anybody was out on the street. I spent the whole day wandering around and
saw perhaps twenty people.
The only other similar experience was travelling from Cowes to Shoreham, on the south coast of England, in my old boat, a 1920s built R.N. pinnace.
Half an hour out and we hit the thickest sea fog any of us (with maybe 50 years combined experience) had ever seen. Visibility was down to less than a
hundred feet and the boat had no radar and, being wooden, was pretty much invisible to anyone elses radar. Keeping a lookout continuously to spot any
other vessels for the 14 hours it took to cover 100 miles or thereabouts meant that all of us were hallucinating by the end of the voyage. I kept
seeing lights where there were none and my friend Neale, skipper of the Brownsea Island ferry, saw people walking out on the dead flat water a couple
of times. That has to be the oddest day of my adult life. I had lots of weird days when I was a kid.
A break from the norm, as long as you come out the other side, is always to be welcomed!