If nothing else, since becoming liveaboards, I have learned how to read the weather radar to a certain degree.
This is an exceptionally useful, if not vital, skill in weather anticipation and our safety in making sure our ropes are secure and nothing is likely to become detached (like us from the pontoon and drifting off across the marina) .
Storm Abigail is on its way, and if She doesn’t get us, then ‘hurricane’ Kate is surely going to.
We have had some horrendous storms since our arrival, but the three of us and the boat stood up well, though on one occasion we believe Maggie was actually sea sick.
Over the past few days, reports have been conflicting showing no rain in our area and then indicating heavy showers. We are prepared with light waterproofs for showers and our yellow ‘condoms’ and wellies for the heavy stuff. Maggie has her own little jacket with a detachable waterproof cover too.
Since the numerous fence episodes in the cottage, I had become twitchy whenever it was windy or if the rain came from a certain direction. Since being on the boat, those fears have substantially reduced and hardly bother me at all now. I’m not too keen when we get bounced about, but it’s only side to side, not exactly up and down as you would be on the open seas or crossing the channel.
Rain was due to start in 16 minutes, and looking at the radar picture, it was not going to be a light shower, but a heavy downpour of some serious duration. Bearing in mind I have to take Maggie up to the dog walk for any wee let alone just her final one and the yellow suit is a little restrictive in the seating area (read I can’t bend over), I took her up early, and we shall be having an early night!
Bless her, she doesn’t like the wind much as it tends to whistle round the covers and flappy bits despite my anti-tapping devices.