The Stone of Destiny
The weather had taken a turn for the worse. The swell was supposed to be following suit by getting bigger and stronger, but apparently no one had told it so, and it was lagging behind. So while the wind was positively howling from out of the east the swell was lacklustre and limp. We couldn’t really see anything as we struggled down the steps to the sand, the quarter moon was hiding its pretty face behind a thick blanket of angry black cloud, whipped and driven along at an alarming rate by the easterly. But nothing was going to stop us, and if we couldn’t find any waves out there we were just going to float around a bit, get wet and enjoy being outside. We walked out along the rocky shore towards the far end of the headland, heading for the little bay that sat there and looked out onto the mighty Pacific Ocean. Leaving the sand behind we went to pick our way through the rocks separating the near and the far beach, and found that the tide had come in in force and with a ve...