The tides here today are at springs, with a fall of three metres between high and low. Walking along the sea wall this morning to the southwest of the town and looking out to sea, one wouldn't have known....
....how fierce the waves were once they approached the beach. For about a mile the coastal defences are constructed of masses of large rocks against which each sea smashed itself into a thousand fragments, but further on....
....they broke against what is now a shingle beach - much of the sand that covered it has long gone.
When we turned for home, walking along the path between the golf course and the beach, the sun was out and the sea seemed placid.
I'm a glutton for these beach walks so was back the same way in the late afternoon, with the tide falling quickly across a beach battered by the waves. I was privileged, first along the sands as the tide slid back, and in the course of an hour's gentle walk I met only one other person, a man walking his two Jack Russells.
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