Viento más estúpido, más cabrón …, thus a Spanish friend of ours inveighing the gear-busting Levante which sometimes disrupted sailing at Puerto de Santa Maria, near Cadiz, in our racing days.
I am often reminded of him when looking out the windows of the House on the Hill, at the poor trees being bashed by the merciless whirlwinds which come busting up our valley from the sea. The valley runs west-to-east, perfectly aligned, we have come to realize, to channel all wind directions spanning the compass from 210 to 330 degrees (South-Southwest to North-Northwest) and to accelerate them in a Venturi effect (the Fool likes to pretend to a scientific bent of mind, don’t you know).
Guess what the prevailing winds are on the Hill? Northwest in summer, Southwest in winter, natch, plus or minus a few degrees each side.
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"Life isn't meant to be easy" - the election campaign solgan of an obviously defeat Australian (what else?) Prime-Minister candidate seem to apply to this poor soul who chose the northern part of an otherwise sunny contry. Thus the somber mood, and the mention of the sea only as the place where the wind comes from!
Age contributes to this sad state of affairs, but certainly some sailing outings (to which he is often invited, but seldom accepts) could change things and allow the sight of the beautiful things that life has to offer.
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