The wild seas of the last few days are now settling down and the skies are an absolute blue. But legacies remain. At the southern end of Jemisons the creek is open, and the amber water, the colour of strong tea, runs to meet the waves, creating delta and dendrite in the sand. At the top of sand-cliffs are signs of the sea's move inland – tangles of pumice, seaweed, driftwood. Plans to walk on the headland were shelved: my jump-reach wasn't enough to leap the channel and it was too cold to take off shoes and wade. I am left wondering why I didn't go out to see the sea when it was wild.