Through the morning curtains, it was clear that the rough weather was still with us.
The Eastern hills were shrouded in low cloud, and the distant view was softened by the persistent drizzle.
A strong Southerly wind was still blasting in from the Harbour entrance so that seemed like a good place to go. I arrived just in time to miss the broadside view of the Straitsman making a run for the sea. Just watching her made me feel uneasy. If you click to see the larger version, there are people on the upper deck near the funnel looking over the rail.
She was pitching through a total arc that I estimate to be about thirty degrees. I really hoped that those vehicles on the exposed after deck were well and truly chained down.
As the Straitsman disappeared to the West, I checked the other way and saw some heavy green water. Despite being a poor sailor, I like big seas and enjoy looking at long ocean rollers. I timed the waves and the period between each wave crest was about thirteen seconds. At the height of the storm, I read that the period was as much as twenty-five seconds. Those are seriously long and powerful waves.