This winter ,which I personally found one of the coldest and dreariest I could remember since 2005, there was a vague plan , with no actual departure date or destination, to do that which should be done in a Queensland winter, head north.
With the haulout done and finished it was simply a matter of deciding when .
Watching the stream of traffic heading north it was fairly clear that others either had a plan or perhaps a timetable to keep.
With a few things to do at home, whilst still keeping an eye on the weather patterns, I just needed to decide upon a departure date.
The weather to my mind just wasn’t playing nicely and lets face it, a fire at home is a nicer prospect than wet’n’windy. We just kept putting it back and back.
Almost settled on a departure date in mid July, the tide was right, the wind was right but the synoptic chart wasn’t looking as settled as it should and that fire was making things at home very comfortable.
We didn’t go. A friend did and within the 24 hours of their departure, a rather uncharacteristic for Queensland winter waters, low pressure had formed to our north.
That fire was lovely !
For five days there would have been no progress north had we gone , just days of hiding from the low pressure.
Good call, and it was looking good for the end of the month, so the plan was firming up.
For reasons beyond my friend’s control, she found her self ‘home alone’ and not at her planned destination.
A look at the weather patterns and tides and I concluded I could assist if required and it would only delay our own departure by a couple of days at most.
What was I thinking……..it’s a mono!
