STORM RIDERS
Outside it feels like a tempered-down version of the conditions at the storm chase in Ireland. 40-50-knot gusts are screaming across Thurso Bay under a grey blanket of cloud, while the temperature reads a grimacing 5 degrees.
Yesterday, the sun came out for a brief moment, lighting up the likes of Thurso East, adding a golden whiskey colour to the wave, which comes from to the peaty water from what was originally named Thor’s river into the line-up.
Just for a moment, there was a warmth in the atmosphere, the ruins of Thurso castle looked majestic, the surrounding fields were iridescent green and you may have been fooled we were enjoying the fruits of a warm autumnal afternoon.
Five minutes later, black storm clouds had swallowed the tiny patch of sunlight and we were all shivering as we witnessed 10-foot sets avalanche onto Thurso’s most-treasured slab.
