Friday 7 September:
Mist rolls in frosts the glass with tiny crystal droplets.
“Hello this is Hebrides.net our offices are closed. To reach our automated system press 1 for sales; 2 for technical support:
Press 1 for network status – there are no problems on the interconnected communities network
Press 2 to test your connection – your disk is working and you have a connection, your router is working, please check your computer settings.”
We are becalmed and nothing stirs – just gannets drifting by like the Ancient Mariner’s albatross.
“Hello Tracey – do you have an internet connection?
No we’ve been off since Friday – as has most of the island.
I’d not realised it was the whole island! We’re planning to cross the Sound tomorrow and need a local weather forecast can you get a connection via your smart phone?
Mobiles are down too and everything else!
OK thanks I’ll have to rely on the shipping forecast if I can get it on either the car or portable radio”
The mist now enfolds the land like a cold wet shroud and blankets it in a dense silence.
“This is BBC radio 4 and here is the shipping forecast issued at 05.05 on Sunday 9 September on behalf of the Maritime and Coast—————-“
It is understood that if commanders of nuclear submarines can not hear the BBC Radio 4’s Today programme on three consecutive days, they know it’s time to break out the codes and prepare for Armageddon.
Hello, is any on there?
The call is muffled by the mist and echoes as a whimper.