The storm had let off over night and the wind had changed direction to NNW. Yet, I was curious enough to have a look at Herring Cove Beach. It was a gloomy morning. Grey skies all around and colours were fading in the distance. A bleak sun tried to get through the thick layer of clouds, a few sea birds – that was all. But the previous high tide had washed across the beach moving a lot of sand into the outlet of Lake Glensevern. Another car had stopped up the road – a man was walking his dog.