At the bay

Consider the descriptive language at the beginning:

The whole of Crescents Bay was hidden under a white sea mist, the beach barely distinguishable from the waters beyond. The sun had not yet risen but over the horizon a flock of sheep came into view. A shepherd and his companion, Wag the dog, led them. The shepherd was a tall older gentleman with a yellow walking stick and a pipe.

He whistled as Wag corralled the bleating heard onto a sandy road and toward a gigantic gum tree near Mrs. Stubb’s show. Squinting his eyes against the rising sun, the shepherd marveled at how quickly the mist on the sea receded each morning. “[The] leaping, glittering sea was so bright it made one’s eyes ache to look at it” (6).