Listening to the wind all night I expected to see enormous waves at first light but the sea was pinned down under by the weight of a force 7 or 8. Choking with rage it spat great gobs of yellowed foam up the beach. I leant into the blow in the early morning light and looked over heaps of confused white water to the where a smudge of rain erased the horizon.
This area hasn’t seen winds from the south hitting gale force in years and the effects combined with heavy rains were bound to be dramatic. Salou, where OB and I spent a night in March, registered a small tornado with winds of 160kmph, trees down, a sports pavilion destroyed and caravans flipped over in a campsite as well as severe flooding.
When the wind let up the unleashed sea rose, pouring through the gaps in the dunes to pile weed and sand in the streets. The salt and water laden air made photography impossible for most of the day but I managed to get a few pics as the wind and sun shifted west.
Though by then the sea had gone down.