The gigantic waves that pounded part of the lower East Coast last week were a sight to behold. Even viewing the action – after the fact – on television from the relative safety of a dry and thankfully not water-bound, central Georgetown living room was awe-inspiring.
A low roar that grew to a crescendo as they reached the shore heralded the approach of the waves and then brown salt-water towers seemed to hover momentarily, almost mockingly, over the low concrete sea defence before crashing down way beyond it, sending thousands of gallons of liquid to devastate the
