The Sailor’s Gripe
10 September 2021 | Cairns
Jenny Gaskell | Woefull winds & intermittent rain
'Fair winds!' said no one ever, in FNQ. Well, not for a long time anyway!
All vessels are hiding from the big blow, forecast in this region for another week.
We have seen 45+ knots INSIDE the protection of Cairns Marina on several occasions and the gusts just keep coming! We feel for anyone still outside in this blow. There are many boats hiding up Chinamen Creek, also riding out the wrath.
He Who Hums has Condesa secured with many lines and she is sitting safely in Marlin Marina. We are totally fine and venturing up into the hinterland by hire car whilst waiting for whoever it is up there to calm-the-farm, so to speak.
I see there are numerous Wind Gods, one for every direction. Well, let me tell you all of them are having their say at the mo, a bit like question time in parliament 😂.
There is an old sailor's omen, stating if you whistle on top deck it challenges the wind gods and storms can follow. Personally, I recon you'd get nothing but a belly full even if you tried in these blustery conditions.
Listening to the howling wind from below deck, sounds more like a jet engine taking off than a coastal blow.
The old nautical tale stems from the Mutiny on the Bounty. Good ol' Fletcher Christian bloody well whistled to commence the mutiny with Captain Bligh, back in the day.
I am sitting here listening to He Who Hums, counting my blessings he is not a whistler like his grandfather who filled the Gaskell Pie Shop (in Bulimba) with his tunes. It possibly kept the self raising flour out of his lungs, who knows? 😆
Surely there's got to be a sailor in my family tree, if I trace back far enough. It would explain my yearning to be out on the water, instead of having Condesa strung up to the dock for so long.
So then, Aeolus the Greek god with a couple of KPI's. He is, they say the divine keeper of winds and king of the mythical island. He's the man to keep violent Storm/Winds locked safely inside the caves of his isle Aiolia.
In watching the wind indicator spike constantly, I sense these wind gods have had a gut full too and ready to unleash.
God knows the world needs to blow away a few cobwebs, but I'm going to go straight to the head honchos and pray for whichever god it is to do some navel gazing and seek some happiness, so we can all get back to calmer seas and smooth sailing.