From the window of her seaside cottage, perched on the edge of the wild Tasman sea, Lynn Stoddart thought the tide seemed unusually high.
It was one of those statistically improbable days on the West Coast - sunny, warm, still. But the waves crashed powerfully on to Granity beach, as if fuelled by an invisible storm.
Back to work, she thought. After 16 years she was finally doing up her home, which is tucked away between the mountains and the sea in the old coal-mining town of Hector.
She's used to the distant roar of waves, the rumble of trains hauling coal slipping quietly behind nearby Granity village, beneath the hills thick with native bush and all the noise that goes with it.
All of those sounds were replaced by a boom. She returned to the window; the sea had risen to her back door.
A powerful wave ripped over the beach and through her backyard, into a shed and a side room of her house.
Saltwater spilled out across the main highway and crashed into the paddocks opposite. The side room, which she had been sleeping in, was destroyed, as was the shed.
Her backyard, buried beneath stone, sand and driftwood, looked like it had been roughed up by a tropical cyclone.
Penny Madden in her backyard, days after a wave went through her garage. ALDEN WILLIAMS/FAIRFAX NZ
A little while later, one of Stoddart's neighbours, Penny Madden, returned to her home from Granity School, where she teaches.
The school bus driver had told her, urgently, that her section was underwater.
She parked her car in the empty lot by her house where her neighbour once lived, a rough section with overgrown grass and frayed concrete. A few months earlier he had demolished his home and left, away from the waves, back to the safety of Nelson.
Madden's section was, indeed, underwater.
One of her two chickens was roaming freely in the front yard – its coop had been pummeled with such force bits of mangled wood were part way up a tree.
Water had pushed through the back wall of Madden's garage, rearranging some old furniture on its way out the front door, then across the road.
Her garden was destroyed; driftwood floated limply in shin deep water and the distinctive stones of Granity beach, all different shapes and colours, were scattered everywhere. Her lemon tree, completely horizontal but otherwise in good spirits, was all that remained.
"There was a huge tide and it picked all the sand and the stones up and washed it all the way through."
Both women had just finished cleaning up after the last freak wave, a few months earlier. That wave, too, struck on a relatively calm Friday afternoon.
Further down the coast, at Carters Beach near Westport, that wave reportedly hit like a tsunami, several metres high and flooding a domain. Parts of the popular Heaphy Track near Karamea had been completely buried beneath driftwood.
For years the Tasman sea had been moving closer and closer to homes in Granity and Hector, steadily chewing away at the shoreline.
It has permanently changed some of the small, beachfront properties, where metres of land has fallen into the ocean.
"A couple of years ago the property went all the way out there," Madden says, gesturing in the distance.
"There were trees all through there that have disappeared."
Stoddart says the same. Her once generous backyard ends at her now ruined shed, but once spread much further.
The people living here have known about the erosion problem for a while, even if they didn't when they arrived. It's obvious enough in the jagged edges of the coastline, which follows a strange contour, as if large bites have been taken out of it.
Erosion along the bank at Carters Beach, by Westport. ALDEN WILLIAMS/FAIRFAX NZ
The last couple of years had been different.
The sea's steady, relentless advance had become wild and unpredictable, ripping great strips from the shoreline in chunks.
It has shortened the time-span for those living on the beach. What was once a problem for their future selves has come blustering into the present day.
"I thought by the time it gets to me, I'll be too old to really care. But in the last three years it's just happened so fast," says Gavin Sykes, who lives in Granity.
"People used to use our backyard to have 60th birthdays and all sorts of things. This was beautiful, this backyard. We had plants, nice grass... It was a beautiful area and the sea's just f...ed it.
"Right now, it could be all over for us in a year."
'IT'S TOUGH TIMES IN GRANITY'
The hills above Granity looking out at the Tasman sea. ALDEN WILLIAMS/FAIRFAX NZ
Granity, Ngakawau and Hector fall within a few hundred metres of each other on the road to Karamea, collectively known as the towns of Buller bay.
They were built on the demand for coal, which runs in great black rivers beneath the mountains. Stockton, the largest opencast mine in the country, decapitates a peak high in the hills above. Decades of reliance on coal tied the towns to the industry's fortunes, and years of lay-offs in the mine above have rippled to the communities below.
Granity is a bohemian art town, these days. The odd miner remains, but it's not like the old times; boarding the shuttle in the early morning darkness, climbing the Stockton road through the fog up the steep, forested gullies, long days in the mine at the top of the world.
The Stockton mine, pictured in its pomp in 2004. STACY SQUIRES/FAIRFAX NZ
Now locals go to the local church, which was transformed into the Granity art space. The local book exchange, a fridge splashed with paint, contains weathered fantasy novels and the work of radical feminist Andrea Dworkin. The Granity theatre troupe is working on a TV pilot – the first episode centres around the real-life mystery of the town's stolen bus stop. It was a saga less conspiratorial than some may have hoped: it was sold because the coal company no longer needed it, too many miners laid off.
"It's rednecks and creatives, both," says Lynn Stoddart, who is a musician, about Granity.
People in Granity and Hector-Ngakawau are about twice as likely to have no formal qualification than NZ as a whole.
"The school occasionally flies the pirate flag, so we're a wee bit alternative. It's a creatively active place, we're not just accepting unemployment.
"We make our own s..t happen, you know."
Many of those living on the beach are elderly or unemployed, and like many Kiwis, their home doubles as a nest egg.
Median age in Granity and Hector-Ngakawau is about 50.
Coastal erosion ishappening around New Zealand, but there are few places where its effects are so brutally obvious.
At Granity, the sea has been slow but relentless, chipping away at the beach for many years. In the spirit of the town's name, locals have weathered the issue with rock-hard grit. But since the erosion accelerated, they've been reckoning with a future they didn't expect for years to come.
Gavin Sykes by the creek alongside his home, which he has fortified with rocks. ALDEN WILLIAMS/FAIRFAX NZ
"It's amazing how stressful something like this is," Gavin Sykes says.
"My wife wants to move; she says just go. But all our money's tied up in this house, as most Kiwis' are. Even if we sell the house at a way lower price, people would still be hesitant about buying it, because they can't get insurance. It doesn't make sense."
From his backyard he has a clear view of Chair Rock, a local landmark out in the water. It used to be connected to the mainland with a wire, which anglers would traverse like a zipline, dangling above the sea, so they could fish from the rock.
Since the sea had risen, few people used Chair Rock anymore.
What used to be the high tide mark is now the low tide mark, he says.
High tide approaching at Granity beach. ALDEN WILLIAMS/FAIRFAX NZ
Next to his home is a small creek, which has been violently widened by sea surges. It is the bane of his existence.
You can surf on it sometimes, he says, with all the water that comes surging up the sand. About 10 endangered longfin eels, each about 50 years old, live in the creek, pushed further and further back by the intrusion of saltwater.
The creek meant his insurance for water damage was cancelled, he says. As his property continues to erode, the waves become more powerful, getting ever closer to his home.
"In six years, we've lost about 7m of land here," he says. "This used to be farmland out here. This huge area was paddocks. That's how far the sea has encroached."
Sykes' home and the creek that has eaten away at his land over the years. GOOGLE EARTH
After the most recent wave, he hopped in his small digger and put the boulders at the front of the creek back in place, fully aware they would be swept away once again.
He expects the next wave to collapse part of the creek. If one of the surrounding pohutakawas falls in, blocking the flow, the flooding will be disastrous.
"It just seems like every time we think we've got it under control a f...ing huge wave comes from somewhere and f...s it all.
Many people on the beach are grappling with the same problem. They need to move, but some don't have the means to do so.
One of several for sale signs along the main road in Granity. ALDEN WILLIAMS/FAIRFAX NZ
Many people on the beach are grappling with the same problem. They need to move, but most don't have the means to do so.
Despite being income-poor by national standards, the community's home ownership rates are around 70 per cent, higher than the national average. Their wealth is tied up in their properties, a long row of nest eggs on a receding coastline.
Their homes are losing value by the day, and keeping affordable insurance is getting more and more unlikely. First their premiums rise, then higher excesses are inserted into policies. Then, when the flooding keeps happening, they risk losing insurance altogether – insurance is designed to protect against risk, not certainty.
"Most people are fairly resigned to the fact that they'll eventually have to move," Penny Madden says.
"There's quite a few people worried about their future. A lot of people don't have a lot of money.