But for the other two months, it can get grey and windy and a little bit wild. Cyclone season. Time to be battening down our hatches.
Yesterday I woke up wondering: "What's that crashing sound? Hang on, is it ... surf?". It was strange to think that if it was a surf beach we lived near, we would be hearing that crashing noise all day long.
Later, on our after-dinner stroll, we saw little kids swimming at the beach getting full-on dumped in the waves. Poor little tykes, they didn't have a clue what to do.