Sight Unseen
Oct 29, 2019
4 minutes
story PIERS DU PRÉ
‘Dad!” shouted Rollo, our 20-year-old son, as he pointed at a thick, gray mass moving toward us over the water. “Is that a fog bank?”
We were aboard our Fleming 55, Play d’eau, anchored in Havre Gosselin, one of the halcyon bays off Sark in the Channel Islands. We’d just eaten lunch under clear skies and a scorching hot sun.
“Can’t be,” I said.
But it was. Within minutes, we were engulfed. The thick, wet, cold fog obliterated the other anchored boats in a gray soup. Visibility was zero. And we had to get
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