And boy, was it different. There was a high wind. It was all about sound.
The waves didn't whisper. They rushed and wooshed, and they slapped against the beach groins. I heard creaking and clicking as the brave windsurfers manoeuvred their craft this way and that, but I heard nothing as they caught the wind and zipped past and up the harbour. One noisy boat chugged up the channel, while the yachts at mooring were jangling rather than tinkling.
It was so exhilarating.
I didn't have my camera so I thought I'd post this shot of some wild sea water by Mila Zinkova th