A MORNING WALK.
Having spotted the waves rising above the West Pier this morning ,I could not resist taking a closer look. However , with spray all over the place because of the high winds & having respect for my poor camera the nearest I got was to the remnants of the old fort. It was bracing to say the least.
SURPRISINGLY THERE WAS ONE FISHERMAN CHANCING HIS LUCK .TWO RODS STRETCHED OUT INTO THE ROLLING SEAS AND THE FORCE OF THESE ALMOST KNOCKED HIM SIDEWAYS AND THREW HIS RODS TO THE GROUND. UNDAUNTED HE PERSEVERED.
THE GATES WERE CLOSED SO I SET OFF ON MY USUAL WALKABOUT. AND WHEREVER YOU LOOKED THE SEAS WERE IN TURMOIL.
THE NORTH SHORE WAS A SURFERS PARADISE .
FROM THAT POINT ON THE WALK WAS MORE OR LESS AS USUAL BUT THE GALES WERE
PLAYING WONDERFUL TUNES WITH THE RIGGING OF ALL THE ANCHORED YACHTS. IN THE
FACE OF THE GALE I STRUGGLED BACK TO THE CAR AND THE BRAVE FISHERMAN HAD
GONE!!!...... WHAT'S HAPPENED WAS MY FIRST THOUGHT!!!
THEN HE APPEARED FROM THE ARCHWAY OF THE OLD LIME KILN. LIKE MYSELF , HE HAD HAD ENOUGH!
BUT THE SEA APPEARED TO HAVE THE LAST WORD AS A FINAL WAVE SENT HIM ON HIS WAY .
