My world had neither form NOR substance today.

It’s been one of THOSE days.

MISTY .... MAGICAL ..... and utterly MADDENING.

The misty and magical bit was the morning ... the utterly maddening bit is the youngest lemming.  I do sometimes wonder where he came from.

The road up to the view site

Maybe he’s NOT mine.

Walking out the front door into a world with neither form nor substance is eerie.  I’d already guessed from the melancholy wailing of the foghorns in the harbour that my world would be shrouded in mist today.

And it was.  More than just shrouded though .... it was completely enveloped.  

Sun rise!

Our ramble to the view-site was markedly quiet.  No early morning bird chorus.  No lycra-clad loonies.  Not even a kayak.

The silence was broken only by the foghorns and the throb of the ferry as it made it’s way across the channel to Half Moon Bay. The mist seems to intensify the sound.  The ferry sounded MUCH closer that what it probably was.

Yep ... we could see the sun - through all the mist!

Even the hound was confused.  What had they done with the waves?

She found them soon enough when we hit the beach.  Aided and abetted by Bandit and Panda and Sam, the 4 of them lept in and out of the waves after rugby balls.  Bandit ensured that everyone in the immediate vicinity knew they were on the beach and Panda killed the rugby ball so it couldn’t fight back.  Sam’s not too sure what to make of this big brown and white dog with the spot on it’s eye that keeps pinching his ball.

Tug-of-war

Panda thinks it’s great fun.  He’d be a marvelous member of their rugby team if he could just learn to release the ball.  He’s a great flanker, superb at gaining and retaining possession of the ball from Sam.  Sam’s yet to learn all my hound’s marvellous defensive manoeuvres.

Bandit’s learning to be a great wing.  He runs alongside Sam giving full vocal encouragement but isn’t too sure what to do when he gets the ball.  He’s fast, furious and persistent.

A few more lessons and BOTH could be optimal players!  Maybe we’ll get Coach Carol to train them .... or maybe not.  Her language at match times COULD be a bit of a problem.

The misty mayhem gave way to a downpour so Carol and I sought refuge at Annabel’s for breakfast.  The hounds didn’t mind.  Suitably nourished by the remnants of our breakfast they returned to their manic digging in the sand.

Disclaimer: We are NOT responsible for any harm or injury that befalls anyone attempting to traverse the mountains and valleys the hounds have constructed in the sand.

“When something bad happens you have three choices, you can either let it define you, let it destroy you or let it strengthen you.” 

~ anon.

Drove out to Kumue this afternoon to source some mounting board
and stopped here for lunch on the way home.

Taken by the youngest lemming, who thinks he's quite the photographer now.

Doesn't like having his own pic taken though.