I'm losing track. I thought this bit of weather had been christened Dudley. Which is a bit of a silly name, even for a bit of weather. Unless your name is actually Dudley, then it's a lovely name and I'm quite sure it suits you fine.
But actually, turns out the storm due in tomorrow is in fact called Eunice. In any case, as the local forecast above shows, it's supposed to be gusting to 62 knots by 1200. Which is a bit frisky by anybody's standards.
Dad's planning to head down to Portishead Sunday to check Calstar's okay. He was down there yesterday and, although he said she was heeling against the pontoon in the wind, she seemed fine. Me, come Sunday I'm probably going to head to the lake at South Cerney and sail, unless they actually cancel the racing. It'll be the Laser, I expect. I don't think Amanda's going to be up for playing with the Albacore in those conditions.
We are lucky with Portishead, as it's very sheltered. High water this weekend will be almost 13m and a few miles up-channel at Lydney the Environmental Agency are closing the harbour to the public as they're anticipating a 2m storm surge on top of that.
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