Lamorna....Will you come again to Lamorna Wonderful vale of dreams Where beauty and nature go hand in hand With rippling streams through the fertile land Our cares like mists leave the rugged shore You can be happy for evermore, In Lamorna The wonderful valley of dreams.
The view from The Magazine.
Yacht Snowdrop in Lamorna Cove.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Angry sea!
I awoke this morning to a massive thundering roar.Looking out of the window from my bed I saw that the entire surface of the ocean was a seething mass;a riot of turbulence and foam.
There was a huge swell running and the serried ranks of fearsome grey/green combers were marching relentlessly into the cove before rearing their massive shaggy heads and crashing ashore.
It was absolute mayhem,a tumultuous sight and sound.
I quickly took some photographs from my balcony but the rain and spray were being driven horizontally and beat against me and the wind buffeted me.
I dressed hurried and ran off down to the cove for a closer look.
I stood in the car park as the colossal waves roared in,blasting against the pier with a mighty boom like cannon shots,shooting spray a hundred feet into the air while others reared and hurtled onto the shore in a welter of foam.
Amidst the furore I could hear the boom and rumble and clacking of giant boulders smashing together,tossed around like huge marbles by the angry sea surging up the slipway and into the car park,driven on by the wild,shrieking gale.It was almost impossible to stand still enough to take pictures and when I got the lens off my camers it was quickly soaked by the lashing sea spray and rain being flung across the bay.
I certainly wouldn't like being in the cottage closest to the sea.How has it survived such countless storms?
As I retreated the waves were clawing and tearing at the beach and encompassing all was a deafening cacophony-a constant roar and boom,a mad,crazed freight train blasting the salt and mist laden air.
In a way it was a dreadful,fearsome sight,Mother nature at her most powerful;unstoppable but stunning,wond
rous and truly awe-inspiring,too.
There was a huge swell running and the serried ranks of fearsome grey/green combers were marching relentlessly into the cove before rearing their massive shaggy heads and crashing ashore.
It was absolute mayhem,a tumultuous sight and sound.
I quickly took some photographs from my balcony but the rain and spray were being driven horizontally and beat against me and the wind buffeted me.
I dressed hurried and ran off down to the cove for a closer look.
I stood in the car park as the colossal waves roared in,blasting against the pier with a mighty boom like cannon shots,shooting spray a hundred feet into the air while others reared and hurtled onto the shore in a welter of foam.
Amidst the furore I could hear the boom and rumble and clacking of giant boulders smashing together,tossed around like huge marbles by the angry sea surging up the slipway and into the car park,driven on by the wild,shrieking gale.It was almost impossible to stand still enough to take pictures and when I got the lens off my camers it was quickly soaked by the lashing sea spray and rain being flung across the bay.
I certainly wouldn't like being in the cottage closest to the sea.How has it survived such countless storms?
As I retreated the waves were clawing and tearing at the beach and encompassing all was a deafening cacophony-a constant roar and boom,a mad,crazed freight train blasting the salt and mist laden air.
In a way it was a dreadful,fearsome sight,Mother nature at her most powerful;unstoppable but stunning,wond
rous and truly awe-inspiring,too.
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