Not only are these incredible shots, but they’ve brought back a lot of childhood memories. Those photos of the huge waves in San Sebastian, Spain, where the people are running away from them – that’s a game my cousin and I used to play on the East Coast of England when there was a particularly high tide. Being kids, we didn’t know the dangers involved – the possibility of the wave dragging you in – so it was just great fun for us. We stand looking over the rail at the oncoming wave, then dart away as quickly as we could as it broke high above us. We loved it. It was probably one of our favourite games.

I do remember seeing one storm with my grandmother where the crashing waves were higher than the street lights! (They shut the road that day.) It’s probably one of the most spectacular displays of raw power I’ve ever seen.

Sadly, I can’t surf. I’d love to learn. Can you imagine the thrill of surfing one of those giant waves? Man, that must be the rush of a lifetime!

Wonderful photos, Linda. Keep them coming.
Steve N. Lee
author of eco-blog http://www.lionsledbysheep.com
and suspense thriller ‘What if…?’