I remember the first time I saw Cape Foulwind. It was indeed a foul sort of day. There was a strong westerly blowing with occasional showers. I could not help feeling for those sailors in square rigged ships unable to sail readily to windward. On either side of this cape they could become embayed and be forced to anchor and wait it out.
I did not paint this on that day but returned later when the wind had moderated. Even so the sea remained formidable against the headland. A place worthy of respect indeed.
