A very blustery day with gales incoming from the sea, hence crashing waves, strong enough to knock the body over. Sea also full of a variety of seaweeds washed in by the ferocity of the tide.

Grey skies made the scene inhospitable for swimming. Down at the waters edge, standing upright was almost impossible and only with great difficulty and hands always ready to catch the stones on the beach. It felt like the ground tilted from every angle, like the surface of a balance game at a fairground. Two hours later, the skies lifted and sunshine broke through. The waves still churned, but the turn of the tide had dissipated the weed and the water is pale green, though milky with the dashing breakers.

Once past the breaker line, the water is pleasant and exhilarating with the mountains that build up behind the retreating tide, dictating the ebb and flow.