Walking along the North Norfolk ridge the other day and a glance out to sea stopped me in my tracks. There around a mile offshore was something that I haven’t seen for many many years; and I’ve never seen one as good. Snaking its way into the clouds was a water spout. The vortex was whipping up the sea at its base and tearing it into the heavens.
As the column tracked east it got weaker and after 20 minutes or so eventually died.