I packed my grown daughters into the car today and we headed off to
Surfers in their dry suits crowded the beach, looking for that perfect spot to strike out on their boards. I smiled at the young fellows with their crisply-gelled-sticking-up-in-all-the-right-places-until-it-gets-wet-hair. There were a couple of groups of brave picnickers picking the sand out of their lunches and enjoying the day. The air was sticky and warm at about 90% humidity, and the sky was a pale silver with a bank of fog lurking close by. (remember, there is a huge storm coming, so this is pre-storm weather), and once again back to the beach. The wind was blowing up nicely along the shore, and the surfers were out bobbing in the water waiting for the right wave. I soaked in the view and muted colours of it all and listened to the roar of the wind and the thumps of the big waves as they shuddered against the beach.
By the time Hanna reaches here tomorrow in mid-afternoon it’ll be downgraded (likely) to a post tropical storm with about 2 inches of rain falling here at home and 80 km (50 mph) winds.