It can't POSSIBLY be Monday morning already!

“What day is it?” asked Pooh.

“It’s today!”  squeaked Piglet.

“My favourite day," said Pooh.

~ A.A. Milne

Mine too ... everyday is my FAVORITE day!

.... and this is my FAVORITE hound!

Ok .... so how does it happen that a bus tries to do a u-turn on the Harbour Bridge.

Yep ... that's a bus in the picture and it's trying to do a u-turn .... ON the Harbour Bridge. (Photo courtesy of Google)

Only in Auckland!

I would have understood the driver going the wrong way onto the bridge if it had happened this morning in the mist, but this happened at 1pm this afternoon.  NO mist, NO poor visibility, NO explanation .... just dumb-founded passengers.

This evening's sunset.

Fortunately our on-the-ball traffic police resolved it without injury to anyone.

Browns Bay Market this weekend

It’s been ANOTHER hectically busy weekend and Monday morning comes round way too soon. I’m still trying to catch my breath from the weekend’s activities when the hound puts a wet nose in my face to tell me it’s ramble time.

It CAN’T possibly be Monday morning ALREADY.

But it is.  A murky misty Monday morning. 

Foghorns wailing in the distance.

An obfuscatory morning! 

I love Google.  

It arms me with a wealth of unnecessary descriptive words that boggle the brain.  This morning’s one is “ofbuscatory” and it means ‘to render indistinct or dim'!  It has other meanings too but this particular one is so pertinent for today.

That’s exactly what the mist does on these murky misty mornings.  

EVERYTHING is rendered indistinct.  

Nothing has form or substance.  

Rangitoto is completely obliterated ... so is Browns Island .... and so are the gulls. 

So was my hound!

I wasn’t expecting ANYONE to be at the lookout point when we got there but Julia and Indy were.  They’d driven up.  I think the mist had confused even Indy as he wasn’t as vocal as what he can usually be.  Julia and I made up for his silence.

The mist didn’t lift even as the hound and I made our way back down to the beach.  We bumped, quite literally, into another of our favorite hounds ... Panda, he of the big brown spot round his eye.  

Panda’s gorgeous.  

He’s large and strong and loves to give me a kiss hello! 

He ALSO loves rugby balls but NOT for the same reason our hounds love them. 

Ramble time is over way too soon from the hound’s point of view. 

Despite the mist, despite the dearth of hounds on the beach she’d still rather be in the waves and on the sand than heading home.

I would too.

Her "other" mother when we're at the markets!