A day once again when I’m out of sorts. I had no real reason to, fear these days, as an evolution from fear in my earlier life, is affecting me.
It began with an interesting segment on radio, discussing the saying, “Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in the morning, sailor’s warning.”
Years ago I heard the rationale behind it, which I’d forgotten. The show was going to answer it, so I waited for the explanation.
In our latitude the fronts that pass cause a change in atmospheric stability. If the unstable air mass has passed and is east out to sea then the sky can glow red in the evening. If the sky is red in the west in the morning then the unstable air mass is yet to arrive.
Coupled with that explanation, most interesting, was a forecast of extreme winds to arrive in the morning.
So I woke early, freezing as I unwrapped the bike of layers so it could travel, and sure enough, though I didn’t expect it, the sky was blood red.
I discovered more water in Queanbeyan, all going well, and decided to find another place to shower, and add it to the knowledge list.
Far from problematic, the weather was T-shirt warm, and I drove far too long, lost out near Whitlam, trying to find the address.
Google maps doesn’t help. For no reason it spins, moves, zooms and carries on like an arsehole.
No winds. No problem.
Still out of sorts, then to Parliament House to discover sitting dates don’t start until July, sadly. So then the bike ride.
Some wind came around 3pm, not much, and some rain. All the while these warnings are getting stronger and more urgent.
I’m fed, warm, and settling into the evening with a few drops coming and going, and no “damaging” wind.
We’ll see how it goes during the night. I’ve moved a couple of metres from my usual spot in case of dropping branches, and don’t feel too troubled, but on edge nevertheless in case it hits.
