A couple of years ago on
this beach was my scariest definitely going to die now moment.
I was only a few metres from the beach, and we'd been having great fun being knocked over and flipped over by the big waves, then suddenly I was swimming as hard as I could at the beach and getting further away from it with each wave breaking over my head. Ruth was just coming in to the water and I was yelling at her to stay out because I didn't want her to drown too, but she couldn't hear me above the waves - the thing I was most scared of at that point was her coming in and getting washed out too, then suddenly somehow my feet were on a sandbank and I was able to push back towards the beach - I suppose the waves died down for a few seconds. I've never been so certain that I was going to die as at then.