almost out of the fog

the bike day started bad. punctured and totalled a tyre on the coastal path about a mile from home - fix puncture, mince home, drive to work. took a half day, drove home (no tolls on forth road bridge - yay!) via bike shop, fit new tyre, fannied about doing minor chores and finally head out for a wee road ride in fog, which got thicker and thicker as i climbed up and over the hills to the north of town.

i've always liked riding in fog or an east coast haar. tends to be nice and still with the fog damping sounds down for a very odd atmosphere, but this must have been noisyfog, noticed:
* the slop of shit hitting ground after being fired out the back of a muck spreader
* the chatter of canada geese not entirely keen on a passing cyclist
* the five mile roar of the M90 motorway
* the sizzle of welders welding in a roadside garage
* various under-tyre sounds - from near silence to ploughing through mank to the crunch of broken glass

was hoping that i'd make it out of the fog - got real close, blue skies over head and you could just about see the wall of gloom lightening at the furthest point. but then it was left turn and deep back into the murky depths towards home.