Sunset on Chichester Harbour
We British don’t seem
to do the things we invented very well these days. Things like
railways, computing and world domination. Take weather forecasting.
Weather forecasting was invented by Admiral Robert Fitzroy in
the 1850s, becoming ‘Chopper Bob’ on London Weekend
No, I made that up but he
was the man who realised that if you got lots of people to note
the weather and send the readings to London by electric telegraph,
you might be able to build up a good enough picture of what was
going on to make short term predictions.
Of course, the main thing
that happened was the newspapers invented the now-global sport
of mocking the weatherman, and Fitzroy got so depressed by this
he slit his throat, which was a tragic end for a great scientist.
However, even today with
sensors every few yards, satellites everywhere and supercomputers
up the wazzoo, the weathermen still get it wrong.
Especially in Britain, which sits neatly between two competing
climates – the Atlantic ocean and the European continent.
It only takes a tiny change in wind speed over northern France
and rain that was confidently predicted for Plymouth falls on
This is why the weather
is our number one topic of conversation. But there is an upside.
This weekend was predicted
to be dismal. Wet, windy and generally miserable. But at the last
minute it all went North and hit Wales instead ha ha ha ha hahahahahah!
So I got to row my skiff
on the mirror-like water of Chichester Harbour on England’s
south coast with hardly anybody else around except for swans.
It looked like this (you can just see the spire of Chichester
Cathedral sticking up in the middle).
And then the sun began to
set, like this:
And swans came in to land like
And when I hauled out at
Dell Quay they came to grab a load of bread that some amateur
photographers had brought, like this:
Which goes to show that you
should always take your digital camera with you when it is not