We decided to spend a few days in Sea Point, never realising that we had picked the most violent period in terms of the weather. When we arrived it was perfect and we enjoyed two long walks along the promenade on Monday and Tuesday. Then all hell broke loose on Wednesday with the biggest storm in living memory. The sea was a magnificent, albeit dangerous, sight, with massive waves wrecking havoc along the previously placid coastline. It was too wet to take proper pictures and one had to be there to get the full impact. The newspapers and digital media have some wonderful images, but I will, nevertheless, add my few.