I was short on time so I just popped down to Coogee.
Usually I sit around the day after fog a bit pissed off with myself for not getting off my arse and photographing it but here it was again two days in a row and if I got off my arse and took some more shots surely I could then justify buying myself something nice.
Crazy people are still out and about when they should be home in bed, but in the fog sleep still seems to have a subtle hold on them. Joggers take longer to do a lap of the beach and swimmers take a few extra breaths and watch a few more waves before taking the plunge. Dog walkers walk with a limp lead and coffee drinkers hold their cup with two hands. People with cameras are hiding around every corner.
Pretty sure I spotted Reginald Perrin going for his last swim.