Smirry Sands

A morning ride to clear the head on Belhaven Sands, East Lothian.

Big Smirry.

The cloud is low - the word is "smirry" - and although not classically picturesque there's a glow and a stillness in these conditions that's beautiful. A poem that expresses that is here in Gaelic and English. (I can only read the English unfortunately!)

Going down the shore on a morning, when the air was
without a breath of wind, there was peace throughout land
and sea, and a saftness from the clouds. Nothing was to
be heard through the stillness but a faint chirming of birds.
Everything was silent and dewy in the smirry
drizzle of mist.
by George Campbell Hay