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Wave watchers

I know I keep going on about the waves we can see from our sitting room window, but this weekend they are just so bewitching that we can't take our eyes off them.  The sea is churning, whirling, a maelstrom of white water, surf and foam, crashing in and running to the very top of the beach.  We are not the only people to be wave watching this weekend.

This was yesterday :

Today, it is difficult to show how colossal the waves are.  They are roaring, building, towering and then pouncing on to the beach in a foaming tumult.  It's crazy out there!  And one thing's for sure, the windows will need cleaning once this bout of weather has subsided!  The salty sea spray has plastered itself to the glass.
There was a brief spell when the grey light lifted and the sun came out, and so did the onlookers, thrilled by the spectacle.  We were all confined to the marram grass covered dunes at the top of the beach.  The waves and foam were running right in amongst the plants, and it was just too silly to try and walk along the sand.  

However, with all this water flying around, the bodyboarders couldn't resist those waves. 
As I sit here, watching out of the window, the waves seem to be getting bigger!  I've moved the car to the next street back, just in case!
And as the sun goes down on a ferociously turbulent sea, all is quiet in the harbour, in the lee of the prevailing wind.  I have seen one or two surfers being thrown around by the humungous waves this afternoon, and apparently tomorrow the surf is expected to be better, so I might not have finished with the waves just yet this weekend!


  1. I expected to find dozens of comments - these are stunning photographs; please take more tomorrow!!! (I can't understand why there are so few comments on any of your posts)??????
    What a wonderful position to have a home, with windows overlooking the sea, as close as that and to hear the waves during the night. Heaven! Which coast are you on? I have lived on several parts of the Cornish coast but now live further inland, on the edge of Bodmin Moor, which is beautiful - but I do miss the sea.

    1. Thank you for your message! I have a little clutch of about three or four people who comment on my posts! All much appreciated, although sometimes I do feel as though I am talking to myself - which I probably am much of the time! We are currently living in North Berwick, which is on the east coast of Scotland, along the Firth of Forth from Edinburgh, as you head out to the North Sea! We are just here temporarily. There was an amazing sunrise this morning, so I am going to put a few photos of that on the blog this afternoon. Too good to miss! A

    2. Aha! You don't have a 'Follow' button, so no-one new can join your blog to post any comments.
      Oh my goodness, we couldn't get much farther apart if we tried! The North Sea to the Coast of Cornwall.


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