In fact, wedding bells are NOT what I heard today ... though I guess we'll be hearing them soon enough (from the opposite side of the the Atlantic). All I heard today were foghorns — it was seriously foggy. Foggy like I imagine Maine to be foggy. Foggy like Mr. Betty's and my long ago wedding is foggy. Sort of — in other ways it's as clear as can be. What am I driving at? I haven't the foggiest idea. It (what?) is just something that occurred to me as I looked up at the lost-in-fog steeple of St. Mary's Church this afternoon and considered Newport's own erstwhile royal wedding ...
Oh, and do click HERE to hear the bells.
