The latest Tsunami

Well, young gullz, we've been and had another Tsunami. Or to be more accurate, a small-t tsunami.

Did anyone on our fair beach actually notice?

I asked old Gaffer Bob, that half-feathered uncle of Aunt Jane's by her half-sister Ethel, but he fell asleep about three squawks into my question. So I guess the answer is No.

Did the police race up and down, furiously sirening and getting the Endangered Inhabitants of those crummy old houses behind the 8-metre dunes, to safety?

Why, no.

Did lots of those odd humans race down to the beach to see what the fuss was all aboot?

Why, yes.

Were any of them sucked out to sea, thrashing and promising to Gaia that they would never be so stoopid again if she'd just wash them right back up?

Why, no.

So it was really a non-event.

Which is extremely predictable, really. Because distant tsunami have never much affected our fair beach, at least the central to northern bits. There's just too much sand out there, too much friction, and no confining bay or sub-sea features. The waves certainly arrived, but compared to the full moon tides as predicted by that funny old bloke Ken Ring, they were nothing. Those full moon tides ran, oh, at least half a metre higher than the tsunami!

But the good folks of Brighton and surrounds have nothing to worry aboot compared to their brethren in the Peninsula Bays and even the corner of the Southshore Spit, Sunmer, Redcliffs and the estuary. Those Spit dwellers can get the waves both ways - the slosh over from the sea as it jams into the corner (look atta map, why don'cha), and the back-slosh from the Estuary, which as you may recall is filling up with sand.

But I digress.

No bad effects.

But it is amusing to watch those silly hunans crying 'look out - the Wave is coming'.