I walked down to the harbour at Cellardyke today during the storm. It was magnificent. The waves were tearing over the harbour wall, just like the ones we used to run under. I did not go anywhere near it today, I had the dog to think about! The foam was mad, dirty bubbles floating up after exploding out of the sea and landing on my car at the top of the hill and in mum’s garden. I haven’t seen that for so long. It was refreshing and good to be battered by the elements.
It was also odd getting wet but it not raining. Continual wet air, wet sea spray, salt water in the atmosphere as the white horses thundered into the old harbour wall again and again. Would be interesting to do the coastal walk tomorrow to see what’s been blown up and washed ashore. Wood, metal, boat parts, treasure, creels, rope, ambergris, and all sorts of plastic junk. Or maybe just a plethora of stones and rocks needing to go back to the beach. “Exercise or civic duty?” it’s a good question. Had I waited an hour I might even have seen the otters!