Kingswear in Devon which sits on the opposite bank of the River Dart from Dartmouth was shrouded in a thick fog for some hours yesterday<\/i><\/p>\n
The fog did not reach Dartmouth or move upstream and was described as very unusual by the people of the village <\/i><\/p>\n
From a report in The Times<\/em> <\/i><\/p>\n Phyllis at the Fair made her way downhill towards the Lower Ferry she was carrying produce for the market in Dartmouth and was walking slowly and taking care as the fog was so thick that she could only see the road for a short distance in front of her <\/i><\/p>\n She knew that the fog would most probably lift as quickly as it had appeared and was confident that her return journey would be much easier<\/p>\n In the distance she could hear the fog horns being sounded at sea and this comforted her<\/p>\n As she made her way past the railway station the fog became thinner and at river level the view was quite clear<\/p>\n Off to market young Phyllis?<\/i><\/p>\n The captain of the ferry stepped from his ship<\/p>\n He put his hand into Phyllis\u2019s basket and helped himself to an apple<\/p>\n It be a cooker Aheb it will do your guts no good <\/i><\/p>\n It will take more than a cooker to ail me <\/i><\/p>\n If you take any more then I will have none to sell <\/i><\/p>\n You always get free passage<\/i><\/p>\n I know both ways <\/i><\/p>\n Since you were a young girl <\/i><\/p>\n You are a good man Aheb and as cheeky as your son<\/i><\/p>\n The ferry began its journey towards Dartmouth and it gave Phyllis at the Fair an opportunity to study the extent of the fog<\/p>\n She could see that it extended from the far boatyards to the castle and had covered the whole of Kingswear .<\/p>\n Only the river area remained clear<\/p>\n The journey passed quickly and soon Phyllis at the Fair was in Dartmouth<\/p>\n Tommy Tiles from the grocers shop came up to her as she walked towards the market<\/p>\n A man has been asking after you <\/i><\/p>\n Did he have a Scottish Accent? <\/i><\/p>\n Yes\u00a0 is he your sweetheart? <\/i><\/p>\n Mind your manners Tommy Tiles he be my Scottish uncle<\/i><\/p>\n A fine looking fellow <\/i><\/p>\n And he knows it he has had a string of loves<\/i><\/p>\n Why is he in these parts?<\/i><\/p>\n Visiting he has come to see me dad they have not seen each other for many a year <\/i><\/p>\n Is that why you are wearing your best shawl?<\/i><\/p>\n Be off with you Tommy I wears this all the time <\/i><\/p>\n And a hint of rouge <\/i><\/p>\n If you carry on I will push you in the river <\/i><\/p>\n Tommy Tiles tapped Phyllis at the Fair lightly on her shoulder and smiled<\/p>\n I will see you tomorrow <\/i><\/p>\n Not if I see you firs<\/i>t Tommy Tiles <\/em><\/p>\n The young man crossed the road and entered his father\u2019s grocery shop and Phyllis at the Fair continued her short journey towards the market<\/p>\n She had a profitable morning and sold everything in her basket and spent the final hour of her stay chatting to the other stallholders<\/p>\n Again she was told that a posh gentleman had been asking after her<\/p>\n He be my uncle and has taken lodgings in the town <\/i><\/p>\n He was told to meet me here when the clock strikes one and market is finished <\/i><\/p>\n The clock struck one and the remaining stallholders began to clear their goods from the wooden trestle tables<\/p>\n As they did so a well-dressed man in a fashionable coat walked towards the stall of Mrs Rafe the jeweller\u2019s widow<\/p>\n He purchased a brooch and walked towards Phyllis at the Fair<\/p>\n For a fair lassie \u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n He handed the girl the brooch and she immediately attached it to her shawl<\/p>\n It has been such a long time Uncle Robert <\/i><\/p>\n She kissed her uncle on the cheek and over his shoulder smiled at the other stallholders who were watching her every move<\/p>\n He uncle took her hand and suggested that they leave the market place<\/p>\n Give me one minute uncle as I need to get me basket I have sold everything today<\/i><\/p>\n Soon Phyllis at the Fair and her uncle were walking hand in hand towards the ferry which was on the point of docking<\/p>\n Captain Aheb waved from the deck and Phyllis waved back<\/p>\n Is there a toll for the crossing? <\/i><\/p>\n No it is always free me and Aheb have an understanding <\/i><\/p>\n It was as she was crossing the river that Phyllis at the Fair suddenly realised that she had completely forgotten about the fog<\/p>\n She looked at Kingswear<\/p>\n It was no longer shrouded in fog<\/p>\n As the ferry prepared to dock Phyllis saw her mother and father and two brothers walking towards the hotel arch<\/p>\n They be pleased to see you Uncle Robert father especially <\/i><\/p>\n The ferry docked and Phyllis at the Fair and her uncle walked up the walkway towards her family<\/p>\n Her father walked forward and hugged his brother followed by her mother and two brothers<\/p>\n There was much greeting and soon the small group moved away from Phyllis who remained still under the hotel arch<\/p>\n She looked into her basket which was again full of fruit and turned towards the ferry and started walking down the slight slope<\/p>\n Off to market young Phyllis<\/i><\/p>\n The captain of the ferry stepped off of the boat<\/p>\n He put his hand in Phyllis\u2019s basket and helped himself to an apple<\/p>\n It be a cooker Aheb it will do your guts no good <\/i><\/p>\n It will take more than a cooker to ail me <\/i><\/p>\n If you take any more then I will have none to sell <\/i><\/p>\n You always get free passage<\/i><\/p>\n I know both ways <\/i><\/p>\n Since you were a young girl <\/i><\/p>\n You are a good man Aheb and as cheeky as your son<\/i><\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00a0<\/i>\u00a0\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Kingswear in Devon which sits on the opposite bank of the River Dart from Dartmouth was shrouded in a thick fog for some hours yesterday The fog did not reach Dartmouth or move upstream and was described as very unusual by the people of the village From a report in The Times Phyllis at the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1686"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1686"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1686\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1686"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1686"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1686"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}