Windswept beach adventures

Last weekend my family and I visited Brighton. The wind was so strong that, standing at the top of the beach, I felt as if I could have been lifted up and tossed around in the battering winds. 

 The waves were enormous; standing on the pier each wave rose up as if it were about to grow upwards out of its slumped position and crash down angrily upon us. But every wave bowed its head shyly just as it neared us and passed underneath the wooden slats of the pier.

The last surprise in store for us was a magnificent display by thousands of soaring birds. They drifted and swirled across the sky like a giant piece of silk; creating patterns that emerged and changed as we watched, enchanted.