the stones are getting higher and higher, heaped up into a wall by the force of the waves. I know it hardly needs saying, but living on the beach water becomes a reality -a nd I appreciate more and more its immense strength. I clambered up some rocks yesterday, a la child in me wanting to be a wee adventurer - and then came face to face with the power. a tower of rolling rearing wave coming towards me. Thrilling but should it have freaked and rolled over me I would have been powerless in its dashing force. Seals I conclude are really strong. They ride the waves and stay their ground or water rather, as strong as the sea. We have had rearing great waves for days now. It happens for a few days in a year and then the sea rids herself of our garbage or at least some of it. so does the river bank - limbs of trees are torn off and flung into the gushing river which then throws the great trunks and branches into the sea, which could do great damage to a fishing boat. There is a minor forest out there on the beach just now.
It is the view from my window.
and my novel is published which is wonderful and I've the sea to thank for that.