My Dad used to take me down to the promenade at New Brighton on the Wirral when I was a kid on days like this when a high spring tide coincided with a gale or storm. The tradition continues. Lots of Dads with their children were to be seen dodging the waves as they broke on the sea wall. Fortunately the wind was from the SSW and so it blew most of the spray away from us. Exciting though. When we attempted to walk against the wind we discovered that the air was full of sea shells and I was hit on the nose by one. It was like a tiny bullet. So we quickly made our way down into the dips to avoid the worst of it. Nevertheless the walk back to the car was like climbing a mountain.
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