Salt Wraith of Cullercoats

Cullercoats knows fog. But this fog—the haar—comes in wrong: bell buoy tolling with no swell, lantern light turned sickly, footfalls on the pier where no boots should be. Fishermen bring nets ashore threaded with names. The lifeboat house door stands open to the sea as if answering a call no one gave. And on the harbour wall, a figure of salt keeps the count.When the wraith begins to take what the...