I wrote yesterday that I hadn't seen much damage, well, that changed today visiting Hurst spit. The spit had only recently been renovated, though you'd think the contrary seeing the state of sections of it today. The high winds, highest speeds recorded just across the water at the Needles, and lashing waves have ripped at the gravel spit, removing hundreds of tons of material and totally altering its profile. Where there was a steep sloping stepped seaward face to the spit, you'll find it massively eroded, now a broad expanse gently sloping to a, nearly a meter high, sheer face. The back of the spit has suffered too, with deep gullies cut by the over shooting waves displacing tons of gravel towards the salt marshes. The access track which runs along the spit is no more than 3 or 4 meters in places, much narrower than it was. In more than one place only but a couple of meters stood between a disastrous breach. Each of the elements alone contains massive power but combined their power is awesome. I fancy it would have been quite an experience to have weathered the storm out at Hurst Castle.
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