This morning, after three days lying low & feeling unwell, I ventured down to the jetty. Through the mist I saw what looked like a shag and maybe a very large duck, sitting patiently, waiting for fog clearance perhaps.

Me too, I thought, still feeling foggy in my brain. The brownish sea-bird moved closer to the shag, then looked the other way as if pretending to be quite independent.

Then they had a little confab. I realised that the brownish bird was probably a young adult, the daughter perhaps of the patient mother. ‘Shall we take the plunge?’ they seemed to be saying. ‘Have we got the all-clear yet?’

The answer was clearly yes, because in plunged the young one with a rather clumsy flapping of wings and a big splash, while the mother glided in after.

Other birds were attracted by their activity, or maybe by the fog lifting a little, and mother bird went back to her post.

Yes, the fog was lifting. I could see the ghostly shapes of boats out at sea.

The original pair went swimming again, and others came to sit and watch. And then the shoreline was suddenly there, like a ghost ship floating in the mist.

And here I am too, back on the blog, my head clearing little by little. I’m feeling more patient now after sitting and watching the shags. Some things just take time.