I always try to look at the weather forecast on TV the night before. The local forecast always strives to give a good picture over what will be happening the next day. I must admit that I don’t take it as gospel, it all depends on what it’s like when I get up. I look out the window. If there is clear signs that it is raining, the chances are I’m not going for a walk. Sometimes though, it can be difficult to tell. That means I need to go down stairs for the next steps. Going and standing in the conservatory. Can I hear rain pounding on the roof? Well, even if I can I still stick my head out the back door. I have a level of rain tolerance. If it is what I call water in the air, rather than any kind of heavy rain falling I may put my rain coat on and go anyway. But that rain tolerance is quite narrow.
Still, it wasn’t raining this morning, so I was able to go for my walk. If you were to see me out on my walk, you might wonder what I was up to, quite a few people do. This time of year I’m carrying a tripod on my back which I open up when I get to the waterfront. From here I do my weather report to the #Breakfastclub (I’m going to have to explain that at some point, not today. The tripod has a dual flash bar mounted on it, one is for my phone, the other is for my handheld anemometer, which does much more than just wind speed; temperature, atmospheric pressure relative humidity (although I’m not convinced that sensor is accurate), I don’t do a forecast, I report on what the weather is doing at that point. It could change as soon as I finish.
Not surprisingly really, considering how much we pay for the Met Office and its computers, the forecast from the night before, and what I am experiencing, usually at the end of the Haslar Marine Wall regularly bear close similarity to each other.
