I only saw the high seas that trashed Durban’s North Beachfront from home, and wish I’d taken a trip right away to get a closer look. Apparently these were a spin-off from another Madagascar cyclone. Even from as far away as our home, the crunches of the really massive breakers were like not-so-distant explosions, and there has been a constant roar as an undercurrent, rather like the rumble a busy nearby motorway gives.
The moon was full that evening, which meant spring tides to add to the effect. Here it is rising still in daylight:
The above picture was taken from this sports field in the valley near where we had gone to ride bikes:
Later I took another one from home. Something magic about the moon over sea.
Today I went to look for any breach upon our beach. Other than lots of sand where sand shouldn’t be, none featured I could see.
Waves were still waving enthusiastically, though.