29-03-2015, 11:51 PM
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Re: Persistent high winds
Originally Posted by cranberry
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I hate the wind too, orangutan, can't do anything in the garden and the constant whooshing and whistling really gets to me - seems to have been windy quite a bit since last autumn so think we've had enough now..
29-03-2015, 11:53 PM
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Re: Persistent high winds
Originally Posted by Jem
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I've been trying to get a few things done outside Ania but the winds are driving me nuts. Although I'm living in a built up area the house is on a corner and we get the wind worse than the rest of the houses, I can only imagine how bad they are where you are in the open at the mercy of the Atlantic, soldier on they can't last forever.
30-03-2015, 12:33 AM
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Winds very often affect horses as well. I thought it was because it distorts sound, so makes them a bit jumpy and flighty, but we really need a horsey person to confirm/deny that.My old dog used to love the wind. His old nose would go up and he'd savour the scents blowing by, he really 'came alive.' A judge at an obedience show once said my dog 'really worked well with the wind in his tail,' and he went on to get top marks that day too, bless him.
Aah, memories ey...
30-03-2015, 08:43 AM
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I have tinnitus badly in one ear and find if it is windy I cant really hearvery well in my right ear.
You mentioned do we feel the different weather pressures. I can
certainly say Yes to that question. I can tell you if there is going
to be thunder and lightning before it occurs. I get a strange headache
and feel as though I have the World on my head. Soon as its passed
my head starts feeling normal. Or unstrange as I have never been
normal.
31-03-2015, 01:24 PM
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I think there is nothing better than a Southerly Buster on a hot summer day, the sudden change in the sky as the front moves through, the wind with its sudden drop in temperature. There is nothing like it, love itThere's a wind that blows out of the South in the drought,
And we pray for the touch of his breath
When siroccos come forth from the North-West and North,
Or in dead calms of fever and death.
With eyes glad and dim we should sing him a hymn,
For depression and death are his foes,
And he gives us new life for the bread-winning strife—
When the glorious Old Southerly blows.
Old Southerly Buster! your forces you muster
Where seldom a wind bloweth twice,
And your ‘white-caps’ have hint of the snow caps, and glint of
The far-away barriers of ice.
No wind the wide sea on can sing such a poean
Or do the great work that you do;
Our own wind and only, from seas wild and lonely—
Old Southerly Buster!—To you!
Oh, the city is baked, and its thirst is unslaked,
Though it swallows iced drinks by the score,
And the blurred sky is low and the air seems aglow
As if breezes would cool it no more.
We are watching all hands where the Post Office stands—
We are watching out hopefully too—
For a red light shall glower from the Post Office tower
When the Southerly Buster is due.
The yachts run away at the end of the day
From the breakers commencing to comb,
For a few he may swamp in the health-giving romp
With the friendly Old Southerly home.
But he never drowns one, for the drowning is done
By the fools, or the reckless in sport;
And the alleys and slums shall be cooled when he comes
With the weary wind-jammers to port.
Oh softly he plays through the city’s hot ways
To the beds where they’re calling ‘Come quick!’
He is gentle and mild round the feverish child,
And he cools the hot brow of the sick.
Clearing drought-hazy skies, up the North Coast he hies
Till the mouths of our rivers are fair—
And along the sea, too, he has good work to do,
For he takes the old timber-tubs there.
’Tis a glorious mission, Old Sydney’s Physician!
Broom, Bucket, and Cloth of the East,
’Tis a breeze and a sprayer that answers our prayer,
And it’s free to the greatest and least.
The red-lamp’s a warning to drought and its scorning—
A sign to the city at large—
Hence! Headache and Worry! Despondency hurry!
Old Southerly Buster’s in charge
Old Southerly Buster! your forces you muster
Where seldom a wind bloweth twice,
And your ‘white-caps’ have hint of the snow caps, and glint of
The far-away barriers of ice.
No wind the wide sea on can sing such a poean
Or do the great work that you do;
Our own wind and only, from seas wild and lonely—
Old Southerly Buster!—To you
Henry Lawson
31-03-2015, 01:32 PM
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Re: Persistent high winds
Originally Posted by BowieEyes
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I have tinnitus badly in one ear and find if it is windy I cant really hearvery well in my right ear.
You mentioned do we feel the different weather pressures. I can
certainly say Yes to that question. I can tell you if there is going
to be thunder and lightning before it occurs. I get a strange headache
and feel as though I have the World on my head. Soon as its passed
my head starts feeling normal. Or unstrange as I have never been
normal.
31-03-2015, 02:59 PM
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Re: Persistent high winds
Originally Posted by Bruce
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I think there is nothing better than a Southerly Buster on a hot summer day, the sudden change in the sky as the front moves through, the wind with its sudden drop in temperature. There is nothing like it, love itThere's a wind that blows out of the South in the drought,
And we pray for the touch of his breath
When siroccos come forth from the North-West and North,
Or in dead calms of fever and death.
With eyes glad and dim we should sing him a hymn,
For depression and death are his foes,
And he gives us new life for the bread-winning strife—
When the glorious Old Southerly blows.
Old Southerly Buster! your forces you muster
Where seldom a wind bloweth twice,
And your ‘white-caps’ have hint of the snow caps, and glint of
The far-away barriers of ice.
No wind the wide sea on can sing such a poean
Or do the great work that you do;
Our own wind and only, from seas wild and lonely—
Old Southerly Buster!—To you!
Oh, the city is baked, and its thirst is unslaked,
Though it swallows iced drinks by the score,
And the blurred sky is low and the air seems aglow
As if breezes would cool it no more.
We are watching all hands where the Post Office stands—
We are watching out hopefully too—
For a red light shall glower from the Post Office tower
When the Southerly Buster is due.
The yachts run away at the end of the day
From the breakers commencing to comb,
For a few he may swamp in the health-giving romp
With the friendly Old Southerly home.
But he never drowns one, for the drowning is done
By the fools, or the reckless in sport;
And the alleys and slums shall be cooled when he comes
With the weary wind-jammers to port.
Oh softly he plays through the city’s hot ways
To the beds where they’re calling ‘Come quick!’
He is gentle and mild round the feverish child,
And he cools the hot brow of the sick.
Clearing drought-hazy skies, up the North Coast he hies
Till the mouths of our rivers are fair—
And along the sea, too, he has good work to do,
For he takes the old timber-tubs there.
’Tis a glorious mission, Old Sydney’s Physician!
Broom, Bucket, and Cloth of the East,
’Tis a breeze and a sprayer that answers our prayer,
And it’s free to the greatest and least.
The red-lamp’s a warning to drought and its scorning—
A sign to the city at large—
Hence! Headache and Worry! Despondency hurry!
Old Southerly Buster’s in charge
Old Southerly Buster! your forces you muster
Where seldom a wind bloweth twice,
And your ‘white-caps’ have hint of the snow caps, and glint of
The far-away barriers of ice.
No wind the wide sea on can sing such a poean
Or do the great work that you do;
Our own wind and only, from seas wild and lonely—
Old Southerly Buster!—To you
Henry Lawson
01-04-2015, 03:53 AM
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Originally Posted by Julie1962
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That's nice Bruce.
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