I miss real weather September 1, 2006
Posted by CamdenKiwi in : London,New Zealand , trackbackIn London, it drizzles, rarely rains and never comes pouring down in buckets so you’re soaked through in a minute. A gentle breeze is as strong as it gets, never the kind of blow that means you have to hold onto railings on the street and people walk along at a 60 degree angle. When it’s sunny, its pretty half-hearted. If you’re a pale-skinned English after a long winter you might get a bit pink, but the only way to work up a decent tan is in a salon.
Wild weather in Wellington from Miraz the other day reminds me of sitting in the lounge in Khandallah, to the North of the harbour, watching the stormfront sweep across the sea and feeling it hit like a blow as the picture windows buckled but didn’t quite break, remembering to keep the back windows open so the pressure differential didn’t cause a problem, being blown over on the bike while riding along the ridge in Brooklyn, everyone in the office going out for dinner because the main road out of the city to the Hutt Valley was closed by floods for hours, feeling the house rattle and shake as the storm whipped around it.
I do miss real weather.
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