One day, a couple of weeks back, the sea was rougher than we'd seen it since we'd been here; not the roughest it could be, but rougher than when we last took pictures for sure. So, we took the camera, walked down to the promonade, and took these photos:
The seagul population seemed to be enjoying the rougher waves:
Maybe it makes fishing easier for them?
Anyway, we would have also got photos another day - when it was even rougher - but Kero refused to go down near enough that day; the wind was too much for him, I think. All I know for sure is that the moment the wind hit us fully as we came to the bottom of the hill, Kero flattened his ears back and began to frantically pull me towards the park instead, and short of either picking him up or physically dragging him there was no way I was getting him to go the rest of the way to the ocean.