Not a lot of time for blogging during a family Christmas, but I managed to get almost all the guests out of the house at high tide this morning to enjoy the spectacle of Storm Frank. Not as destructive as the un-named storm which devastated the prom two years ago, but impressive none the less.
We also went to the harbour, where great bursts of water shot up into the air, and flooded across the breakwater.
Lastly to my favourite haunt, Tanybwlch beach, where the suction of the huge waves grinds and stacks up the dark cobbles on the strand. Water broke over the whole length of the jetty and streaming in an unbroken sheet over its surface.
So unlike the idyllic waves of Christmas Day.
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Now I know why a relative in Virginia phoned to see if we were alright!