Storm Ciara has brought wet and windy conditions to most of the UK. Trees and bushes are whipping about energetically; I have had to weight down some things that wanted to blow across the garden; there is fairly continuous deep rumbling from the chimney resonating.
It's getting windy. A lucky escape for this lorry driver on the #A20 heading for Dover, he was helped out by our traffic officers. If you must travel, plan ahead, watch for fallen trees, flying cones or debris, and drive safely. Be careful out there folks #StormCiarapic.twitter.com/8U7jTWCWla
Windy as fuck here in the Gay Area, too. Trees felled, my fence came loose at one of the posts (had to slap it together with spare lumber while the demon wind was still blowing), and this morning at the office parking garage, a 4-foot (1.22 m) tall pot with a big captive tree had crashed over, soil and thick ceramic shards everywhere.
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"Her eyes in certain light were violet, and all her teeth were even. That's a rare, fair feature: even teeth. She smiled to excess, but she chewed with real distinction." - Eleanor of Aquitaine
An hour later, when we descended towards Gatwick, the plane jumped and shook.
We swooped down and back up violently while attempting to land four times.
People were shouting and breathing deeply into their sick bags. I gripped the armrests as tightly as I could, terrified. Others were getting sick – or crying.
After repeated attempts to land, lasting around one hour, the plane climbed above the clouds.
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The captain said because we were unable to land safely at Gatwick we needed to go to Luxembourg to refuel.
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That wasn’t going to happen . . .
The captain then said Luxembourg airport was full and that we had to fly to Frankfurt.
Luxembourg airport full? Is it ... not very big?
Anyway, after landing at Frankfurt and refuelling, conditions at Gatwick were still too bad, so they went back to Dublin.
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The passengers cheered to be back where they started, 11 hours later.
I remember one time telling a German guy that it got upwards of 40 on a hot day in the summer where we lived, and he was like, yeah, no, you got that conversion wrong for sure. Suck it, Piotr!
An hour later, when we descended towards Gatwick, the plane jumped and shook.
We swooped down and back up violently while attempting to land four times.
People were shouting and breathing deeply into their sick bags. I gripped the armrests as tightly as I could, terrified. Others were getting sick – or crying.
After repeated attempts to land, lasting around one hour, the plane climbed above the clouds.
Quote:
The captain said because we were unable to land safely at Gatwick we needed to go to Luxembourg to refuel.
...
That wasn’t going to happen . . .
The captain then said Luxembourg airport was full and that we had to fly to Frankfurt.
Luxembourg airport full? Is it ... not very big?
Anyway, after landing at Frankfurt and refuelling, conditions at Gatwick were still too bad, so they went back to Dublin.
Quote:
The passengers cheered to be back where they started, 11 hours later.
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Originally Posted by Kamilah Hauptmann
Luxembourg Airport is a helipad on the small hospital/metal band studio, if I'm not mistaken.
Man, you guys can be glad I didn't see this until now. :glareplane:
I love how the graphics chosen for that map makes it look like the bothersome weather stops just outside the UK border.
"Bloody weather picking on us and favouring the EU! "
Looks kind of like an amniotic sac, just about ready to burst with baby. Two babies: Northern Ireland has its own. Weird. Of course, that was a little while ago; they're out and screaming by now -- and whatever else babies do.
The fires are bigger every year, and meaner. Still, the bloody oil companies are howling for more government funds to restart production and keep making the world less survivable for everyone.
I'm lucky. Our weather at the mo is calm and warm; seasonal. We had a really loud thunderstorm last night, but it doesn't seem to have done much damage.
The weather here is ... smoky. We have fires to the north and south of here, still in no danger from the fire itself, but you can see the fucking air. Surprisingly less brown than normal smog, more whitish with a hint of blue. Smells like you’re sitting on the wrong side of the campfire, but you can’t get away from it.
In case anybody still needs a reason to stay the fuck inside, this oughta do it.
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"Her eyes in certain light were violet, and all her teeth were even. That's a rare, fair feature: even teeth. She smiled to excess, but she chewed with real distinction." - Eleanor of Aquitaine
The weather here is ... smoky. We have fires to the north and south of here, still in no danger from the fire itself, but you can see the fucking air. Surprisingly less brown than normal smog, more whitish with a hint of blue. Smells like you’re sitting on the wrong side of the campfire, but you can’t get away from it.
In case anybody still needs a reason to stay the fuck inside, this oughta do it.
After maybe a week of campfire smell outside, it's now inside the house. So yeah, definitely can't get away from it.
This is still the weather thread, but this is "California: where rain is news and earthquakes are weather." Add fire to that I guess.
We keep getting those rains that evaporate before they hit the ground. So not only are they a tease, but they make everything all muggy and gross and make our swamp cooler ineffective.
In wildfire news: I don't realize how much I subconsciously navigate using the mountains until the smoke makes them invisible. I cannot get my bearings without being able to scan the horizon for 'west.'
We have been HOT!! Every day for the last two weeks. Damn!.
Though in the afternoon, the Sun ducks behind the smoke from the fires in the West, and it becomes nearly bearable to go outside.
Then it cools down at night, and the Thunderstorms pop up and blow all the plants and patio furniture off the porch.
The pic is what we see instead of a Sunset, most afternoons.
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