The ferocity of the wind had the bonus of banishing some of the cloud cover, creating a celestial sunset for the surviving surfers. It had also, with a little help from the flooding, blown the sand around into new mini precipices, leaving the RNLI vanman scratching his head trying to work out how the hell he was going to get his truck off the beach.
The children spent the evening running amok to and from the games room and playing Knock Knock Ginger, to the annoyance of most of the other residents.