July 2019
Video: Lorikeets and sugar
by Mary
Not fires, those came months later. A sunset backlighting rain.
Not shown, “no but seriously, stop asking questions, take the kids outside, and look west!” phone call.
The dramatic storm that ended 2018 by soaking most of the people who’d been waiting 12 hours for a fireworks show was not forecast, but it also wasn’t entirely unheralded. Here’s the sky 2 hours before it struck:
However, it wasn’t until later that this was heralded on the radar:
I went to the north of the island to see if I could see the storm cell; hearing a security guard’s radio piping up about moving all guests into shelter. Promising! I was not disappointed:
I hurried back; as I did the loudspeakers started to call everyone into the old machinerary sheds due to a “dangerous storm”; we were probably some of the few New Year’s Eve revellers around the harbour who could take shelter that evening.
I made it before the rain did. However, I wasn’t quite the last one in:
We were out in time for the party:
Before the summer of 2017/2018 choked us all in endless dreary sunlight and humidity, there was a grey day with high surf…