Thursday, 8 March 2012
Grey, wet and lonely
Bloody awful morning to be cycling to work. I could hear the rain hitting the roof when I woke up, and it was not encouraging. But it's nothing to get worked up about - it's not cold at the moment (about 20 degrees), it's not windy and the rain wasn't falling that hard. Sure, I got wet, but not much wetter than some of the bedraggled people in suits who I saw sloshing into the office not long after I arrived. The shoes some of them were wearing were so wet that you could hear them squeaking a mile off.
I noticed traffic was pretty slow on the bridge - some poor sod had broken down in the pissing rain. That big orange glow at the bottom of the photo is the hazard lights on the tow truck that turned up to take him away.
No plod handing out tickets this morning. Then again, there were no cyclists around either. I found it really weird when riding home - the sky was blue, but there were no bikes about. And then I worked it out - no one was riding home because no one had braved the weather to ride into work.
Some of the city roads were nicely flooded. When I stopped to take this photo, the water came up well over my ankle. I was totally soaked at this point, so stopping in a deep puddle to take a photo made no difference. The footpath was underwater, and trucks going through this lake were creating huge sloshing water falls.
This photo doesn't really show how grey and horrible the morning was - it was truly dark and awful. Normally, there is a pack of serious photographers hanging around at this spot taking photos of the Opera House. By serious, I mean TV cameramen and guys with big SLR cameras on tripods. None of them showed up this morning. The last time I saw weather like this, I was in the backblocks of Scotland in winter.
Badly proofread by Boy on a bike at Thursday, March 08, 2012