Excellent sleep - it was wonderful to have a real bed again. Spent a couple hours walking on the foggy beach - incredibly (and wonderfully) deserted. While walking back to the house a border collie looking dog adopted us. he ended up spending the entire day with us - very smart, beautiful, and apparently stray (very skinny, no collar). We were all pretty much figuring out how to justify keeping him with us.
Back at the house Dean and Craig had collected muscles and cooked them in butter, cream and garlic. I don't like muscles so abstained from trying them, but Margaret tried one, and Dean and Craig ate lots. Spent the afternoon completely emptying out and thoroughly cleaning out the car. Started to pack up the common and less needed items. Late afternoon went on a grocery run into town (yep, even the dog came with us - he travels well). In town we're told that there has just been a red tide and the muscles could make one very ill. A second stop at the fisheries finds us a local expert who says we're probably ok, but gives us her mobile number so she can drive us to the doctor who will meet us half way. It's unlikely but we'll have trouble, but if we do it will be crucial and serious. Obviously Dean and Craig are a bit worried - though symptoms should already have started.
Evening spent playing with the dog on the beach. Diner was a braai on the porch overlooking the beach - and a truly phenomenal sunset (clouds started to clear at just the right time).Dinner was great and even the fog had a feast on the bones before disappearing. After cleaning up we finished off the night with a bottle of Port that Craig bought in Stellenbosch. The beach is completely fogged in and I went for a walk. Only made it about ten minutes before chickening out - the fog was very thick and I realized the cats I had seen prowling around on the sand were actually very large rats. At the house, another beer and talked travel plans with the guys.
