By all accounts, last night's storm was the worst of the lot, although I see little evidence of it until I reach the seafront, where the brunt of it was taken. For the first time to my knowledge, the local authorities had closed a section of beach for public safety. There were a number of beach huts strewn around the promenade, mostly floated off of their bases and deposited elsewhere, but several of the wooden structures had been smashed, no doubt, by the waves overnight.
By mid morning it was all but spent, although the winds remained strong until early afternoon. The Met Office are telling us that this is the last of the series; so numerous were they that none had a chance to be individually named. A shame, as it is something we have been good at in the past: The Hurricane of '87, or The Great Gale of 1824, for example. Not exactly creative, and it is only recently that one has been given a specific moniker - that of St Jude, last October.
I take the obligatory shots of rough seas and angry skies, but decided to use the one above. It has an untroubled quality about it, and I, for one, have had just about enough of it all. At least for the time being.
70-200mm f/2.8D Apo Sigma lens. 1/1000 second at f/5.6. ISO 320
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