The waves are crashing on the shore. I can hear them from my bedroom but the fog is so thick I would not be able to see them, even if I walked down to the rocks. When we arrived home from the cottage and made the last turn in the road, the one where we can see the ocean, all we could see was fog. We could not see the wall or the trees or the water. Just thick fog.
The surfers were out in the water. Their cars were parked on either end of the causeway. From our deck we could hear them call to each other but we could not see a thing. This morning, Clausen took Tenor for a walk, specifically to see the big waves and the surfers. But all he saw was fog and all he heard was the squealing of the surfers and the crashing of the waves. The surfing went on all afternoon but we could not see a thing. The whole scene was a bit spooky. I am sure surfing in dense fog is not safe.
Wendy loves the fog. Today she was out working in her yard, happy as a clam. Their home is called The Fog and Bog so today was perfect. But even Wendy thought that the fog might be too thick and dense for comfort. I could not even see the trees on our own property. The sound of the fog horn has never stopped since we arrived. Wonderful sound. Very reassuring. Makes me pleased to be home.
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