And after your breakfast you venture out, in my case with our dog. You drive down to Southern Head and you can hardly see the road in front of you.
But nearing the beach you notice this slight golden light behind all that fog. A ray of hope - maybe. Of course, my dog doesn't care. She ventures along, sniffing here and there, picking up a plastic bottle and buries it in the soft sand. Rounding Southern Head we are looking down Raccoon Beach. I start picking up some round stones. They are wet and their colours are just beautiful.
Suddenly my dog let's out one of her deep growls. She is looking out towards the water. What's there? I can't hear anything. There seems to be just fog. But she isn't letting up.
There! Now I can hear a splash. Something moves in the water. A seal? Or did she hear the distant blow-out from a whale?
It's too foggy to find out for sure, but Dixie listens intently. She even barks a bit.
Finally, calming down, Dixie takes up checking out the crab shells again, and we begin our return walk. Suddenly I feel a slight breeze. It's the Northwest the weather forecast had predicted. A soft sunshine appears on the cliff side.
When getting back into Herring Cove, the sun breaks through. In a matter of moments, the fog moves off Deep blue water appears across the cove. The beach - light brown with a slight yellow tinge. It's low tide now. Soon it will turn again and 25ft of water will again wash over this beautiful beach.