After the storm was over

The night was wild (so I'm told, I didn't actually hear it!) and as I walked down the valley to this little bay which has no road access I could see that the stream must have burst its banks at some point.
The pebbly beach was deserted except for a few birds and a lot of seaweed on the strandline. There was just a little swell here but further along the coast there were breakers.
It was so calm that I built a stone tower to break up the monotony of perfection for a picture.
It seems odd that I have been blipping for about 6 weeks now and I have not yet included an image of the sea although I live close to it. So here is the first one.