Storm Ciara hit us during the night and continued throughout the day.
After lunch we drove to Milford on Sea. We seemed to have joined a weekday rush hour – except that it is Sunday. The coastal car parks were chock-a-block with other vehicles.
Families and other groups were out in earnest bent on watching
the raging grey-green waves with their milky spray battering breakwaters and churned to cream on contact with rocks.
Sometimes subjecting the spectators to a snow storm, the spray surged over the sea wall settling in pools on the shingle.
Many mobile cameras were employed.
A cheery ruddy faced gentleman rode a mobility scooter along the promenade bearing the slogan “Respect The Water”. This seemed particularly relevant today.
The gusting winds ensured that I didn’t spend much time on foot myself. I didn’t want be blown away.
Some of the children found the experience somewhat frighteningly exhilarating.
When we returned home I watched the Six Nations rugby match between France and Italy.
Later, we dined on Jackie’s tasty beef and mushroom pie; roast potatoes, onions, mushrooms and peppers; and crisp cauliflower and broccoli with tender runner beans, with which I drank Doom Bar and the Culinary Queen abstained.