“Red sky in the morning Sailor take warning Red sky at the night Sailor’s delight ”
And if it’s red sky both ends?
Can that happen
Red sky in the morning means a storm is brewing; whereas red sky at night means clear sailing.
But I have to say I get that information from my dad who was a landsman and proud of it, “Son, I believe in Terra Firma: The more firma, the less terror.”
I guess he didn’t “jump out of perfectly serviceable airplanes” either, Ronbo?
*Wonderful* photo!
Nothing like seeing mountains in the distance and a bit of open land with morning mist on it.
To me, it speaks of calmness, tranquility and solitude. The same qualities that can be found on the South Island’s West Coast or down in the Catlins in winter.
Thanks, Tranquil.
We certainly have peace and quiet here, and around dawn is magical almost every day.
Great!
Looks like a mighty fine day a brewin!Are there any shattered remnants of beer bottles around the bottoms of those posts?
Most likely. Mind you. I use cans, not bottles. They make good targets.
One day in the future when I retire I want to do some touring around the really small towns and “localities” in the backblocks of Australia.
I want to meet a few of the really good no-BS straight-talking folks in those towns.
People like you, KG.
Why, thank you, Tranquil!
There are some wonderful people in the small country towns, and the further you get from the coast the better they seem to be. A deal can still be done with a handshake in those places, sometimes for very big stakes.
Approach ’em with the right attitude and they respond in kind, almost always.
I suspect the divide between city and country has never been more marked than it is nowadays, whatever the Banjo Paterson wannabe grey nomads touring Oz in their Winnebagos might think. When the end of the dry season arrives, the “nomads” leave and the country resumes its real character. Travelling in the wet may be hard at times but it’s infinitely more rewarding.
Dawn, this morning.
“Red sky in the morning
Sailor take warning 
Red sky at the night 
Sailor’s delight 
” 
And if it’s red sky both ends?
Can that happen
Red sky in the morning means a storm is brewing; whereas red sky at night means clear sailing.
But I have to say I get that information from my dad who was a landsman and proud of it, “Son, I believe in Terra Firma: The more firma, the less terror.”
I guess he didn’t “jump out of perfectly serviceable airplanes” either, Ronbo?
*Wonderful* photo!
Nothing like seeing mountains in the distance and a bit of open land with morning mist on it.
To me, it speaks of calmness, tranquility and solitude. The same qualities that can be found on the South Island’s West Coast or down in the Catlins in winter.
Thanks, Tranquil.
We certainly have peace and quiet here, and around dawn is magical almost every day.
Great!
Looks like a mighty fine day a brewin!Are there any shattered remnants of beer bottles around the bottoms of those posts?
One day in the future when I retire I want to do some touring around the really small towns and “localities” in the backblocks of Australia.
I want to meet a few of the really good no-BS straight-talking folks in those towns.
People like you, KG.
There are some wonderful people in the small country towns, and the further you get from the coast the better they seem to be. A deal can still be done with a handshake in those places, sometimes for very big stakes.
Approach ’em with the right attitude and they respond in kind, almost always.
I suspect the divide between city and country has never been more marked than it is nowadays, whatever the Banjo Paterson wannabe grey nomads touring Oz in their Winnebagos might think. When the end of the dry season arrives, the “nomads” leave and the country resumes its real character. Travelling in the wet may be hard at times but it’s infinitely more rewarding.