The house is close to the beach but you need to cross a bridge over the dunes to reach it. The heavy cart and cool box were lifted up the steps and then down. At least we would be there for the whole day, to make it worthwhile.
The surf was fierce and the waves were really pounding the shore. The seaweed had returned but otherwise all was well. Harriet collected shells and fished for seaweed with her net. She made sand 'pancakes' and we got to see another couple of military jets soar overhead. The sun was as fierce as the surf but while taking photographs J noticed just how dramatic the clouds behind us were.
Soon enough we noticed that people were packing up and leaving. The dramatic clouds had got dark all of a sudden and as we too packed up thunder could be heard in the distance. After only a couple of hours we were crossing that damned bridge again. Fortunately we made it back to house and there was no rain - indeed we speculated that it would miss us altogether now we were back.
Harriet had eaten lunch on the beach so she went for her nap. The lightning and thunder carried on in the distance - growing increasingly strong but still at a distance. By the time Harriet got up the rain had started in earnest. We have had rain here before but it usually lasts an hour at most. However, this time Harriet's cartoons were interrupted by an announcement that warned of severe thunderstorms. A red banner flashed across the cartoon as the warning was read out. I confess it made us slightly nervous although the weather websites made it clear that we were only on the peripheries.
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