And the Winds Blew . . . . .

. . . . . and the storm raged, and the snow swirled round the house all night last night. I could hear the hail hammering on the roof. And it was still storming as I drove near the Brighton Pier today. I hoped that those people on the pier were holding onto their hats!


Who hath desired the Sea? — the sight of salt water unbounded –
The heave and the halt and the hurl and the crash of the comber wind-hounded?
Rudyard Kipling:  The Sea and the Hills