Late evening drenching
Posted on December 2nd, 2009 by James Higham
What puts the fear of G-d into me is that in places like Drake Passage, there’s no way out and it’s like a giant washing machine with splashes up to 40 feet and the occasional rogue over 60 feet, coming from strange directions. This is different to a steady, rolling swell – it doesn’t really matter how big they are.
Tides are fearsome things too. I saw many of these in North Yorkshire but they can also be downunder:
Not quite in the same league but the Severn Bore is still impressive:
Despite the overdramatics, this was pretty freaky:
Down in the maelstrom:
I’ve been to this one and it does smell of sulphur:
Filed under: Diversions, Leisure, travel & sport
I remember once nearly getting caught by the sea at Sandsend. I was driving in my car at the time and the sea came up onto the road.
Cherie – you nearly did a Branson.
THe awesome power of the sea. There’s a big Maelstrom off the coast of Jura as well isn’t there
Didn’t know, Jams – do now. The Corryvreckan?
That’s the one