Living with Lockdown - 10

A blanket of fog lay over Kommetjie today. It may have lain elsewhere, too, but I didn't have the opportunity to test it out. It's frequently foggy here while the sun shines 100m away and we are completely unaware that we are the only place not having summer. A feature of the fog is the eerie booming of the foghorns of the ships that pass close by. Despite all of the technology at hand, a ship must still sound a foghorn and have a person on watch on the bridge day and night. A safety net, I suppose.
The cool breeze from the sea brought relief to the slaves sanding and grinding and sweeping - the past two days of over 30 degrees were almost unbearable but for the afternoon shade on the side we are working on. We have turned the corner, so to speak, and are now making a little progress on the north side which gets the full effect of the sea air and sunshine, so damaging to wood over the years. This area has to be sanded to the bare wood and the kids have been superstars in their application to the task at hand.
A few days ago the weather website forecast substantial rain for Sunday and Monday and we were looking forward to a forced break, but as is often the case, the forecast has dwindled to a trickle tomorrow. It is Sunday and supposed to be a day of rest, but HWCFA doesn't subscribe to that idea, and so this lockdown is turning out to be literally a month of Sundays, being the only day we are all at home together usually. Monday has always been my favourite day of the week. Here's hoping for rain.

A splash of colour to brighten the garden