Without warning, a gust of icy air moved in from the sea, bending Spring's soft twigs and scattering papers from tables where they were previously undisturbed. In the distance we could see the white breakers of the Kom as they suddenly reared up from the ocean floor, ending days of relatively calm conditions - I could tell something was on the way by the noise of the sea the night before. It was as though nature had flicked a switch and turned on a fan, as it soon became apparent that we would all have to go home and put on jerseys due to the rapid drop in temperature. I set off down to the bay to see what was happening and managed to take a few pictures to capture the scene. Massive waves were crashing across the mouth of the bay, the first swells to reach us from a cold front passing by in the South Atlantic, and they swept incessantly onshore until the Kom tidal pool was full, the quickest incoming tide I've ever seen.
Three surfers were already out there to take advantage of the pushing tide, as the waves just kept on coming. The fog had developed in amazing patterns which maintained their shape for some time, before dissipating into a grey, cottonwool blanket which remained for the rest of the day, with just a peep of sun at sunset. Although the pictures will give an idea of the dramatic change in the weather, the sound of the waves unfortunately cannot be imparted. Suffice to say it was impressive!
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