Rain or not to rain — that is the question.
Yesterday I made some fairly bold calls about an incoming mega-storm after diving deep into my geeky weather-nerd data. Charts, models, arrows pointing everywhere… looked biblical.
Fast forward to this morning and — plot twist — it’s bone dry. Not a drop. So here I am, rewriting the apocalypse while tapping out today’s riveting editorial.
I was expecting a sleep-in. Grey skies, sideways rain, doona locked. Instead? It was actually rather nice.
The beach was empty. Ramp Two had four people on it.
Not 400. Not 4,000.
Four.
Little 2–3 footers peeling in, a bit of southerly texture on the face — nothing perfect, but absolutely rippable. Quiet, relaxed, almost suspiciously pleasant.
Promenade empty. Cafés empty. Either everyone’s hiding from the storm-that-wasn’t… or they’re dutifully following my dramatic forecasts.
For the record: it will rain. Just not the end-of-days deluge I was preaching yesterday. Looks like light-to-moderate stuff between now and Monday.
As you were.
:: ugios
