Weathering a storm
Pure devastation is the only way I can describe the aftermath of last Thursdays storm.
Thank goodness no one was hurt - our town is built on the cliff tops - with only minimal damage occurring to seafront properties and businesses, but the beach was a completely different story.
All that sat waiting for 'that' storm to arrive at our shores were picked up and tumbled around, upended and turned out by the time it had finished with us - the effect was only too apparent the following day.
It started around 11pm - no winds, no waves...no warning - it just went eerily quiet and then the sea got higher...and higher and higher, to at least a few feet below the cliffs. The tide mark left behind made me feel a little uneasy.
The beach huts took the brunt of the storm. Picked up, pushed over...broken into splinters or with bits just floating away.
And then the rush to save as much as possible, before the next unnatural high tide surged in.
It was amazing to see, but I'm so glad all were safe - I couldn't imagine what it would be like to get caught up in it all. Unbelievable we watched the film 'The Impossible' just days before - a heart wrenching beautiful, beautiful film, if you can call the devastation that happened beautiful...bad choice of words I guess on my part.
There is no way I can compare what happened then to what happened here in the early hours of last Friday morning, but if that sea had rose any higher, if there had been a wind, if the waves had taken over...the what ifs - the power of the sea.
We took another stroll down to the seafront yesterday evening, the sea now keeping her distance...the tide at bay. All that is left of those wonderful pastel 'almost' chocolate box coloured beach huts is a huge pile of wood left on the sands, firewood if it'll burn - maybe.
Or perhaps maybe...! A great big bonfire is what we need and a community coming together to share in the warmth. A final send off.
All photographs © Nina Nixon
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