With big seas forecast and several people drowned on the east coast over Easter, swept away by sudden high waves, I knew I’d better head to the sea for my first blog post at home. I could hear the roaring well before I could see its source.
The sea was heaving, its rolling waves evident for a long way offshore.
The Port Macquarie shoreline rocks are dark and jagged; I always think of the unlikelihood of surviving a shipwreck here when I see them.
But today the surf that pounds these rocks is not like the surf we usually see, a refreshing topping on the waves, but thick and soapy, whipped into white suds.
Wary of those hungry high waves, I walk down to the grassy headland to get a closer look.
It is actually a little scary being so close to this constant lashing and roaring; I know the tide is coming in, and when I start to feel the sea spray on my face, I turn back.
There are waves breaking out to sea off the Tacking Point Lighthouse; not just rolling, but cresting.
Even the little bay before it is wild, white water constantly breaking over its rocks, making waterfalls every few seconds.
Close to shore, in front of the seafoam, the water is a kind of jade green colour. It catches my eye amidst all that white.
Not the bright turquoise of Tasmania’s east coast, but in fact today this coast reminds me of the fierce Southern Ocean of Tasmania’s west coast. It sounds like it too.
No wonder there were so many families at calm Lake Cathie yesterday; no beach would have been safe for swimming.
Thanks Wendy. This post is the first with a new camera; glad it seems ok.
Great photos Sharyn, also enjoyed your insightful posts and photos from Tassie.