Swamped. Yep I nearly got swamped.
But, Hang on, Andrew, don’t you hang around shorelines and coastlines all the time.
Ah, on hols to Forster. First things first, how much ‘r’ is there in Forster? Too little and it is foster as in foster-parent. Too much and it all becomes ‘International Talk like a Pirate in the Movies’ day. Ah me hearties, FoRRRsteRRR HeRRRe we Come….! Ah-haaarrr! But I digress. Really? How unlike me.
We had found The Tanks the day before, and had a most pleasant dinner overlooking the sea. A beautiful portable salad, with warmed bread from the BBQ
Later that night I had a bright idea. Well, a pale warm idea. Soft white like a new LED bulb rather then a good old fashioned halogen. I looked at the apps, bless them, and figured that the Sun would rise pretty much along the beach. Perhaps just over the horizon, rather than behind the headland.
As chance would have it, the tide was not low enough to stand in the sand along the bottom of The Tanks, so that was a non starter.
Anyways. We arrived, and walked down the concrete pathway onto the rocks on the hill-side of The Tanks.
Overnight rains, the pitch black-ness, and the fact that any spring-chicken-ness I ever had, has now become a crusty old rooster, meant that footing wasn’t easy. And last time I checked, gravity still worked. So we kind of crawled ( I am looking at you Boris the Spider) onto a relatively flat rock, well way from the water in the channel, and high enough to give a good perspective.
And it was fabulous. Just wonderful.
And then, just as I was catching what I would call the wrap up shot, I was a way away from our blanket and my camera bag. Mrs B had gone for a little wander.
Then the First Big Wave hit. ‘Pon my word that was quite large, I said to myself.
Followed by Second Bloody Big Wave. And…. First big wave had not receded. Right! So the residual water level was now about a metre higher than it was.
So you can guess how high the water was by now.
And at this point, I admit, I stopped taking photos.
Can anyone guess what happens next?
Well, Third Wave wasn’t just big, it was Fecking HUGE!
And now
What have you learned?
So calm, what could possibly go wrong? And just how high I am standing with the angle (I am not ten feet tall!)
