On a day that we were supposed to be on the water, sailing over to Cowes, we found ourselves instead wandering along Milford on Sea beach, gazing in disbelief at the ruin that our English summer has once again become.
The waves crashing onto the beach were pretty lively and gave rise to piles of foam, blowing across car parks, playgrounds and roads, resembling snow drifts, although tasting much saltier.