Wild winds attacked much of the country yesterday.
A Southerly shrieking up to 120 km/h hurled solid walls of water at the South coast, so of course it was the place I had to go. I began in Lyall Bay where great waves shattered themselves against the South wall of the airport and blasted downwind. The larger planes were still operating though the landings looked hairy and the take-offs were spectacularly steep.
For some reason, I am intensely moved by big waves where the crests are far apart. Memories of Physics 101 and discussions of wavelength and amplitude come to mind, but mostly it is the sheer majesty of all that energy being transmitted through the water.
Seeing the same seas from head on is equally impressive. The ponderous weight heading straight at you is quite impressive, especially when it’s green like this.
I had lunch at a little cafe in Island Bay and watched the waves roll in, and the poor little fishing boats wrenching at their moorings despite being in the lee of Taputeranga Island. In the last storm one of them washed ashore and the road had to be closed while a large crane lifted it clear.
My last shot is from Moa Point across Tarakena Bay and Palmer Head and over the harbour entrance to the lower and upper lights at Pencarrow.
And just like that, it ended.