Gravelly rumble

 

I was surprised when we reached the cliff top this morning to see that beyond the last few meters the sea was near still, quite the contrast to what I expected; you could hear the gravelly rumble of the waves rushing the beach from the common, a mile or so away. The wind must've been blowing in the right direction or something.

Breaker breakers

This morning the sea under Dungy Head had some spirit to it; waves of white horses galloped across St Oswald's Bay, smashing on to the ancient jagged rocks in explosions of foamy jade and white.