When the next wave broke the wall that Bernie had built we started digging a ditch behind it, but we soon figured that wouldn't be enough. The cliffs that we walked through to get there where already under water and we could no longer escape the rising tide. We moved our tents to the highest spot on the beach and started building a high dam. Behind that dam we dough a deep drench and sat down to enjoy the remains of our chocolate.
Don't for a minute think that this was the end of our night. We had barely finished when we had to redo the wall and clean out the drench. My cloths where dripping of water from the knee high waves and my feet where aching against the cold sand. We dug for hours with only short brakes to catch our breaths. Around midnight we gave up and sat down. We where too tired to care if our tents got flooded and float to sea. From that moment not a single wave broke the wall and the tide went out.
