On the ferry, first car, looking up to see that the other side had begun to appear. Odd, to see the slipway and the few houses without their surrounding context of trees. The ferry landing looked like the beginning of a village, as though it might be surrounded by more houses, the makings of a filmic little settlement around the one slipway. Seemed for a moment that we were in Scotland, although that's an association with something seen on a screen, rather than reality. Full tide under the fog.
Then a hot day. As predicted by the woman in the alleyway. "Looks like it's going to turn out nice, after all this fog lifts." She was smoking outside the back door of the shop where she worked. Going by a narrow patch of sky. But she knew her weather.