We woke to coastal fog so thick, the camera didn't seem all that useful. Within minutes of hitting the beach at 8 a.m. though, (hey, it's Sunday) things already looked like this:

And minutes later, it was this:

Then a swell rolled in and a tiny Labrador, obsessed with the ball, almost rolled out.

If this blog was scratch'n'sniff, you'd be breathing Eau de Wet Dog. (And yes, that's a lot of Maisie pix lately but, well, ummm, I can't really think of a good excuse.)