I noticed in the evening that there was something right dodgy about this cloud. Is it an almost but not quite beginning of a tornado? The United Kingdom (that’s England, Scotchland, Wales, and Northern Ireland – at the moment) has about thirty tornados of note a year, some of them damaging. Meteorological Office website (tornados) here. They are more generally though meek and mild, praise be to Zeus, Tempestas, Jupiter, Aeolus (son of Hippotes), and Anemoi. This one was a pup.
It neither formed fully nor landed, beginning and ending off the Cardinal’s port stern horizon. There was a lot going on up there, in the clouds, yesterday.
The weather in general of late has been of not some little note.
Showing a little more promise:
Being 40mph+ crosswind playful with boaters
silly enough feeling obliged to go out:
This morning is a little more peaceful in terms of wind and, thus far, struggling boats.
We shall have to see how the day progresses.
The wind is changing now, blowing less from teh south and east and more from the west – and more directly onto the Cardinal’s stern end. How will it end? Nobody knows. Tis Sāturni diēs (“Saturn’s Day”), so no lovely chuntering railway engines taking something to somewhere and frightfully empty freight wagons back again.
The first boat past yesterday in the gales was nb “Basket Case”. Quite appropriate, I thought. Today, Saturday, the first boat speeding past was nb “Quince”. May the gods preserve him and prevent his getting into too much of a jam.
Talking of which, crumpets and Pimm’s strawberry jam for brekkers, methinks.
Chin-chin from Tornado Alley.
Ian H., & Cardinal W., almost of the High Seas had the day not been ending and the wind shear less than it was.