Disappearing Alice


No sun – no moon!
No morn – no noon –
No dawn – no dusk – no proper time of day
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member,
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds !

~Thomas Hood (partial poem)

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Wheal Alice in the Fog, November 2021

There have been a lot of cloudy days during this month of November – I remember that it was very common to have fog on Bonfire Night (5th November) when I was a child – and living up on a hill means that often we are actually in the cloud or fog for much of the day. Weirdly though when this photo was taken I could actually see the sky. The fog was in a layer over the field behind my house (which dips downhill) and was so dense I could not see the familiar sight of my lovely engine house, Wheal Alice.


  1. restlessjo says:

    That’s a bit of a bleak indictment of my birthday month from Mr. Hood.

    1. Heyjude says:

      Well it refers to London in the smog really, but he’s not far wrong this year, been cloudy much of the month.

      1. restlessjo says:

        Corker of a storm here and we lost power around 8, just as I was commenting so I wasn’t sure if you got this. Just come back on again now so I got floors mopped and read a bit of the Rough Guide. Definitely not walking weather today πŸ€—β˜”πŸ’•

  2. Lovely scene, and when I read the title I wondered who Alice was! πŸ™‚

    1. Heyjude says:

      She should be just to the left of the Cornish palms 😊

  3. margaret21 says:

    I’ve missed Alice – though not as much as you. And I’ve always loved that poem. Says it all.

    1. Heyjude says:

      The full poem is wonderful. Very London oriented, but this part works well.

  4. beetleypete says:

    I think Tom Hood summed it up nicely!
    Grey and cold today, very ‘Novemberish’. πŸ™‚
    Best wishes, Pete. x

    1. Heyjude says:

      You should find the whole poem to read, it’s really about London in the smog and is quite brilliant.

      1. beetleypete says:

        I remember the London smogs. We used to wear (home-made) face masks back then too.

  5. Tish Farrell says:

    We’ve only had one foggy day so far – but oh, the gloom. It seems to start going dark at lunchtime.

    1. Heyjude says:

      Yes, the days seem so short this month. Roll on January!

      1. Tish Farrell says:

        Got some sunshine this a.m. Brighter but much cooler though.

  6. Toonsarah says:

    I’ve always thought that poem a pretty perfect description of this month!

    1. Heyjude says:

      It does tend to be a cloudy / foggy month.

  7. There is a rather unusual piece of music – not quite a capella – which is this November poem in a slightly odd format. β€œNovember” by The Art Of Noise. Check it out!

    1. Heyjude says:

      That is a little odd!

  8. That’s November, all right, as the little poem describes. This morning, the Pacific Northwest (Yakima Valley in Washington state) is shrouded in thick fog — far better than last summer’s thick smoke!

    1. Heyjude says:

      True. Fog is far better than smoke or smog.

  9. Murtagh's Meadow says:

    I think the poem sums November up perfectly

    1. Ann Mackay says:

      Exactly what I wanted to say! πŸ™‚

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  10. BeckyB says:

    Haven’t missed Hood’s November at all!

    1. Heyjude says:

      Haha… no I expect not, definitely a month to leave the UK. Maybe next year I will make it to Australia.

      1. BeckyB says:

        That would be fabulous, so long since you were there.

        1. Heyjude says:

          Far too long!

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