Wednesday, February 02, 2011
Technology has given us many wonderful things, and while the ability to track and monitor massive storm systems weeks ahead, and to predict their landfall with almost pinpoint accuracy will undoubtedly save many lives and make "disaster planning" something less of an oxymoron, I can't think of a situation that highlights one's own impotence more than watching the red and blue radar swirl of the perfect storm approaching somewhere for three days, checking on the state of one's friends hourly, and wondering why on earth they aren't leaving NOW instead of risking oblivion.
Here of course, a thousand kilometres to the south, the skies are blue, made bluer by the news that we have a date set for the move.
Roll on March 11. I wonder if it will be as memorable for us as September 11 is for the rest of the world? Or even February 2nd for that matter.
at 11:02 am
Tuesday, February 01, 2011
The rain has barely stopped and is about to begin again, and by now we have a complete understanding of the expression "It never rains but it pours".
It has been pouring for a month in our lives and perhaps I shall summarise the events of the first month of the year in a post or two appropriately backdated but today the skies have been clear and the contract on the new Home of the Biting Midge has today become unconditional.
We don't know just when it will be ours, perhaps it will be as little as a week before we return to the northern hemisphere in search of a less damp existence, but in the meantime a cloud of contentment has descended.
Finally, the journey that began in London eighteen months ago when we heard of the planned resumption of our house, has a destination.
Destination Dicky Beach!
A new journey begins, one that undoubtedly will provide adventure for quite some time to come.
at 8:52 pm