Mr. Fraiser was on his day off.  He and Mr. Roberts take care of each other's tasks on each other's day off.  Mr. Fraiser enjoyed ending the day with a walk down by the beach.  He had lived his life inland and this was always quite an amazing site to him. 

He was wearing a casual suit of grey, with a bowling hat over his balding head.  He was a skinny lanky man with an easy manner.  He had worked and traveled with Douglas Gordon for years now as his valet and was ready for almost anything that came his way. 

He came up closer to where what looked to be a young lady, guessing from the long lovely red hair falling down her back.  He gave a cough, not wanting to scare her as he got closer.  "Beautiful day, is it not?"  He had a strong Scottish accent and a deep voice.  He could sing baritone quite nicely and did often while working.