Fleeing inland to lessen the ravages, mountainous seas, of spray, and wonder. Thrill seekers 'dare', oblivious to danger.
Crashing trees long in the growing. Torn out by the roots: casualties in the battle.
Roaring unrelentless sound of anger. Nerve shattering noise around false santuary.
And then the calm. Order is restored and balance falls back to earth.
The passing Chough with its comical call. Dancing lighter winds as it circles the wreckage.
Solitary Wheatear, nervously flitting. Rock to twisted broken kelp. Feeding and flying, looking and waiting.
Resident Rock Pipit gorging on the bounty. Rhythmically working receding weed, miniscule life within the decay.
Abandoning brook for the grotesque strandline, Grey Wagtail join the banquet as time moves on...