He is lurking out there writhing above the ocean waves sending his tendrils fanning out snatching the branches and leaves from the trees. 'Gales are expected' the warnings say - well we have had gales all day long and now the constant roar and ocean's fury is unrelenting and he is sitting at the bottom of the Gulf. The town is Code Blue - cyclone conditions apply. We are used to ferocious storms up here and quietly await what Mother Nature brings. Fortunately we are a few houses from the beach and the difference in the wind is noticeable when walking around the corner to the beachfront road.
We do have a new Cyclone Shelter - I think they may be tiling the inside - ironic if in its near completion it may come into use. Such a shame its position is so close to the shore where wind velocity is at its highest and parking in cyclonic conditions would be an interesting exercise with all the trees in its vicinty. I am not sure what the safest option would be if conditions did require transport to the shelter.
Anyway I have covered my kiln just in case the wind damages my kiln shed roof. My little outside 'studio' area has not been touched so fingers crossed Oswald will kindly cross the coast at some uninhabited point south of us and lose its strength. Fortunately these early houses were designed with cyclones in mind and aligned with the narrowest end facing a typical coastal onslaught. Since their construction the town has only had minor 'blows' so we have been lucky. The Cape is a big area and land seems to soften their fury.
At least I have very little pottery sitting out there - probably a good thing as it is getting blasted with spray from these wild winds. We have been complaining about no rain - well its raining now and the late Wet has certainly begun. I think my visiting friend spoke too much about the lack of rain to the 'Old People' a week ago and they have given him his answer! He will be smiling down there in suburbia!