Posted by: Paul Sheringhams blog: a place of running dreams come true | June 22, 2013

Alone alone above a raging sea

 

 

A big swell crashed into this rocky cove creating a roiling foam in its wake and sending jets of spray into the air as the waves hit the rocks. I stood on the edge of these rocks as the waves rolled in, one big wave washed right through and wet my feet and ankles.

 


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