White Horses

The hovercraft have long gone, Pegwell Bay, is now a little bit of wilderness on our east Kent coast. When a storm rolls in, the sea can be whipped up into a frenzy, it is mesmerising to watch cascades of waves rolling in with the tide, and on those windy days, white horses are seen and heard aplenty galloping across the bay.

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Spikey Marram grass in the foreground. Sunny, breezy day with the wind catching a wave with salty sea spray.
The waves are mesmerising today Rolling in a rhythmic way. The other day they were full of rage A rage whipped up by a storm With winds that wouldn't conform. Outside the bay white horses paced waiting for the tide, to race, as the wave master let loose its stay White horses charged across the bay White salty manes, abounding In the surf, hooves pounding For now, the winds have eased and the horses have taken their leave.
  • White Horses
  • Pegwell Bay
  • Kent
  • UK