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Day 184 – Tropical

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I’m about to braai some meat, but the clouds are currently dumping all the water on Suiderstrand and so I’m hiding inside for a while first.

With the wind coming straight off the Atlantic, it’s very easy to see when the next precipitation is on the way and consequently, very easy to avoid getting wet.

No such worries earlier when my daughter grabbed the camera and took this image of her mum in front of a tropical lagoon:

You wouldn’t recognise it now. My wife wouldn’t be out there now. In fact, she isn’t – she’s just over there also sitting in the warmth, enjoying an alcoholic beverage.

The rain has stopped. I’m going to braai. Have a nice evening.

Day 152 – Placeholder

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I’m in one of those moods where there’s every chance that I’ll forget to put something on here later today.

So I’m putting this on here now, just in case that happens.

Chat later. Or tomorrow.

 

UPDATE: Yeah, could have happened. Didn’t. But it has been a busy day and I am going to go and drink some beer and watch some football, so not much more from me here now.

Let the record show that Sheffield United were one up at Dundee United when the ref abandoned the game. Can’t think why:

As the auld Scottish song goes:

Never head to Tannadice, unless ye’ve got yer snorkel.

I might have made that up.

Actually, the red wine might have made that up.

Go out, get wet

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The rain did eventually stop yesterday. 102mm later.

We went out as things were beginning to let up a little and walked by some roaring water. The camera came along, because it always does, and you never really know what you’re going to get with the weird light that follows a day full of cloud and gloom, together with a hint of golden hour hanging around.

Monochrome (or close to it) was certainly still the order of the day though. Whether it was the angry water in the canalised Liesbeek River:

Or the dangerously slippery footbridge going over it.

We came back damp, but happy.

It’s still raining

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I mentioned that today was going to be damp, and so it has proved.

The kids’ school postponed their annual Spring Fair because the weather was forecast to be awful, and it’s a good job they did. It’s been raining for about 12 hours now, it’s still raining, and we’re already approaching an incredible 100mm. The pool is overcapacity, the gutters overflowing, the drains overwhelmed and the beagle is, well… overall… actually rather unimpressed. It even refused to go out for a wee this morning, wandering up to the window before turning back to me with a look that very clearly said:

“Nooit, may bru. Are you jas?”

The beagle has been learning facial colloquial Afrikaans for a while now.

After a slow start, the catchment areas for the city water supply are now catching up a bit. Dwarsberg is up to about 70mm for the day, including almost 20mm in the last hour alone. It’s a nice little pre-summer top-up for the dams.

I’m due to go out to a farm near Montagu on a job next week, and I’m hoping that they’ve managed to get a bit of rain out there as well. It’s been dry and that’s not good for farming. (Neither is it good for me, by the way: that dust gets everywhere. Everywhere.)

I’m fairly convinced that today has been the wettest day of the year by some distance (in my garden at least). But I’d like things to brighten up for the weekend*, and then can we get into a bit more of a summery vibe, please?

Everything is soggy – including the beagle.

 

* forecast is for more rain on Sunday

Tonight

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I’m hiding upstairs while Mrs 6000 hosts the monthly girls’ dinner downstairs. It’s early but the the wine is already flowing. The kids have sensibly vacated the house and headed off to Scouts for the evening.
Thirty-five excitable teenagers might arguably make as much noise as nine middle-aged women, but if you’re actively involved, then maybe it’s a bit different.

I’ll be off to collect them (the kids, not the middle-aged women) a bit later, but hopefully before the cold front hits us this evening, bringing with it plenty (or more) of rain. This dotted black line dipping away from the blue line shows that we really do need it:

…but we really don’t need it until I’m back safe and warm inside in front of the football, thank you very much.

More tomorrow assuming I survive the weather and the girls downstairs.