Slow surf

There's much talk at the moment about a second wave of Covid cases. Yesterday I was more concerned with the seventh wave, y'know, the big one that comes along every seventh wave? Standing on the north coast of Birsay, watching the Atlantic rollers come in is spectacular, even on a calm day. But every time I tried to film 'the big one', it always seemed to be absent. Later recourse to the internet revealed the seventh wave thing to be a bit of a myth, as the ocean is too complex, chaotic and complicated for such a simple rule. Apparently, for long distance waves the big one comes along every 12 to 16 waves, so no wonder I got bored and wandered off to film something else.

Here's some slo-mo of the surf crashing into the cliffs...