26 / 4 / 00 Fog The farthest inland I ever lived was Bratislava. A thick fog used roll in off the Danuabe on winter evenings. It wasn't that I was unused to fog, quiet the contrary being from the West of Ireland. I just had never tasted fog that tasted of nothing. I used stand on the hill overlooking the city and the river and lick my lips to try to taste the salt. It was then that I realised how far I actually was from the ocean.