When I went out for a saturday walk I noticed the owner of one of the yachts hadn’t furled their spinnaker properly. It was making quite a noise flapping backward and forward . I don’t think it was unreasonable to assume that someone from the marina would spot this and do something about it.
It appears they didn’t. When I had to pop in to town today (Sunday) I did so via the waterfront (why not in this stormy weather? I figured that the waterfront in the harbour would be safe and it was – for people, not incorrectly furled Spinnakers.
Other than I couldn’t help but think the expense of the repair to the sail I found it quite amusing. I couldn’t help a little bit of anthropomorphising and I got the distinct impression that the sail was very enthusiastically waving the loose bit of itself. Either to say “Look at me, I’m here” or “Yay, go on”. It was brilliant to watch. Sorry the video is a bit unstable, as you can imagine the wind was really blowing.
As I was walking back, the wind was almost stopping me from moving forward and there was a light rain shower, but even though light when driven by a high wind, it felt like my face was being peppered with BB pellets. Normally I find walking in weather like this to be exhilarating, but my joy in the fun of being out in the wind and the rain is very much tempered by the thought of the loss of life and the damage caused by the storms.
I walked past the Geese;
I couldn’t help thinking that the geese are completely unfazed by the storms. The other birds, the gulls and swans were pretty much hunkered down trying to shelter, the geese just keep on eating. I did wonder how birds of any species cope on their migratory journeys when they encounter a storm. Presumably they either try to get down straight away, or just accept that they are going to be blown off course.