This wintry weather comes with warnings of dangerous surf conditions — not that I’m likely to be trying! But I did want to look at such a sea.
And it was impressive. An awesomely powerful and persistent pounding.
The waves seemed to be doing their best to demolish the coastal rocks, rising like leviathans and crashing down in a lather of white and stormy brown.
On the horizon a chorus line of clouds meekly kept its distance from all this fury.
Each rock formation offered different resistance, allowing waterfalls of varying shapes to be created by the smashed waves. There was always another coming…
The rocks always won, directing the white flows to follow their lead, with no more choice than bridal trains.
It is a testament to the hardness of these edging rocks that they are not worn down but also an explanation of how the channels in between have been created.