The storm came and went.
It was much shorter in duration than we expected, and for the most part it happened in the dark. The wind howled and raved, and probably reached the forecast 120 km/h, but by morning there was sunshine and the wind had died away to a mere stiff breeze. Nevertheless, there was a sufficient swell in the Strait that all interisland ferries were cancelled for most of yesterday. Mary and I decided to visit the South coast to see the waves arriving on the shore. We began at Palmer Head, where the red-black offshore rocks made the sea look like whipped cream with chocolate chips.
Swinging around to the South West, I made my obligatory shot across the Strait to the Kaikoura ranges.
From there we passed through Lyall Bay where the road was covered with sand, as usual after any good storm. There seemed to be less driftwood than usual, and the dunes seemed to have survived far better than was feared. At the Eastern end Houghton Bay, the swells seemed to be arriving with more force than elsewhere along the coast.
I could watch those big green waves for hours, but that was a chilly wind, so after a few more shots we got back in the car and went home for some great soup and in my case, an afternoon siesta.
Who knows what will come tomorrow?