I put the theory to test once on a
tropical beach on the island of Fernando de Noronha, off Brazil, where ocean
surf was pounding the only beach where we could land in our inflatable dinghy. I
stood off, outside the line of breakers, and started counting swells. I found it difficult to tell whether one
breaker was bigger than another, but I certainly wanted to miss the biggest
ones because I didn’t have any experience of landing an outboard dinghy on a
beach through heavy surf.
But the swells did seem to arrive in
sets, as my surfer friends had claimed. After each set there was a calmer
patch, and that was the signal to gun it for the shore, riding the back of the
last wave ahead.
We did this many times, of course,
and the biggest problem seemed to be deciding whether the particular set you
were watching comprised seven waves or nine. If it was a nine-wave set, and you
started off on the seventh wave, you could be in trouble. There didn’t seem to
be any pattern that I could decipher.
Sevens and nines rolled along in a totally random fashion.
Another problem was the variation of
the size of individual waves in each set. You could never tell when one wave
was going to be smaller than the others, which is what we would have liked to
have known. But there were usually one or two that were bigger than the rest,
sometimes one after the other, sometimes not. In the end, we mostly crossed our
fingers and hoped we had timed it right, between sets.
It’s natural to be fascinated by
waves if you sail on an ocean or a decent-sized lake and, indeed, there is an
awful lot to be learned about them. One of the first things you learn about
waves on the open ocean is that the water in them doesn’t move forward with the
wave. The molecules in a deep-water wave merely move up, forward a tiny bit,
and then down again. You can achieve
almost the same effect by laying out a line on the ground and snaking a wave
through it.
Guy Murchie put it rather nicely
when he wrote in The Seven Mysteries of
Life:
What’s
an ocean wave made of?
At
first glance, nothing but salt water;
But
keep your eyes on it ten seconds . . . twenty seconds . . .
You’ll
notice that the water is roused
Only
momentarily by the wave
Which
passes it by,
That
the wave leaves the molecules and bubbles behind,
That
the wave in essence is a kind of ghost
Freed
from materiality by the dimension of time,
Made
not of substance
But
energy.
Today’s
Thought
There is
no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion.
— Francis Bacon
Tailpiece
“How much is a bottle of brandy?
It’s my nephew’s birthday and he likes brandy.”
“Well, madam, it depends on the age.
Seven-year-old is quite reasonably priced. Ten-year-old costs a bit more.
Twelve-year-old can be quite expensive.”
“Gee, that’s terrible. My nephew is
25.”
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