Like the south west coast of the UK, Guernsey has had her fair share of battering from the elements t. Fishermen battened down the hatches and hid their boats in "safe" harbors. This didn't always protect them though as this poor chap found out.
The west coast has suffered the most with the wall breached at Vazon and L'Eree as starters. But out of the chaos, the sea gods always hand back marvels for fleeting moments for us to wonder over.
With the massive spring tide the long forgotten peat beds were exposed for the first tie in 70 years and along with them the signs of an ancient woodland which would have stretched the whole way to France.
Better look quickly though. The changing sands are all ready starting to cover this hidden treasure.
The black "rocks" are peat. It's like walking on a trampoline when you step on it. Peace was far more interested in having a splash. So we sent her for morning run along the beach the lazy way. - tennis racket and ball.
Others were far more energetic. Making the most of the early waves as the tide starts to turn.
Admittedly hardly Hawaii size breakers but then it was low tide.
