Oh to say it has been a wild weekend is probably a bit of an understatement. Not much sleep the last couple of nights with rain lashing the windows and wind seemingly trying to pull the roof off the house – felt like it anyway. Thankfully most of the storm came during the night and the days were “patchy”. Patchy you say – yes a mix, cloud, sun, rain, hail, cloud, sun, rain…… get my drift.
As easy as it would have been to lay around on the couch watching the Tour de France, rugby league and rugby all Sunday the sun kept breaking through and tempting us with a little outing. The sea has been huge so if we wanted a beach walk we had to wait until the tide was out. That was around 3pm so with reasonable looking skies we all jumped in the car and headed slightly south to the Rapahoe beach for a change.
The dogs love this beach – usually really sandy in comparison to our more stoney beach. Means easy running for the boys and run they do. Even Nico our Dalmatian who is often happier meandering on his own and sniffing everything in sight LOVES to run on this beach – guess it must be that feeling of sand between his toes. Come on now, you know you love it too so why not the dogs eh!
Dramatic scenes on the beach after the storm overnight – huge surf so lots of foam. The creek had washed out and almost eaten away at where we normally walk to access the beach. Driftwood was strewn everywhere – it was an obsticle course to get to the beach.
Once there though the boys are in their element – run, run, run. Half way along the beach though and I comment to Stephen “perhaps we should turn back” – dark black clouds are slowly looming above the point to the south. More photos and then it is Stephen’s turn “quick starting running”……… The skies are black and the wind is howling. Run we do – who knew we could run so fast. Thankfully we had a tail wind and weren’t running straight into the wind. It was fiercely strong though and you felt like you had to slow yourself down so you didn’t fall over. The strength of wind can be a frightening thing. Run, run, run and the drops start to fall, run, run, run up onto the driftwood bank, hop, skip, jump try not to trip, laughing all the time. We pass a poor fellow walker at the start of his walk with the dog trying to shelter in the flax bush – give it up man, head back to the car.
Whew, back safe and only a little damp – just in time as the skies opened and not only did it rain but it hailed too – I’d like to say it hailed cats and dogs but that would just be wrong…….
Nothing like an impromptu run on the beach to blow out the cobwebs on a stormy day. Home now – sun is back out – going to be one of those afternoons.
Jan and Stephen run Breakers Boutique Accommodation on the Great Coast Road north of Greymouth. Together with their dogs Nico and Ziggy they love to get out and explore the West Coast. Check out their other blog postings or activities page on their website for suggestions on things to see and do when you next visit the West Coast of the Southern Alps.