It's doing the Flinders winders today, blowing hard enough to send the weather changing every few minutes. I believe this patch of air I am breathing was last in Kerguelen, about ten minutes back. I can smell the Kerguelen cabbage, or else it is Pugsley. This however will be replaced by Chilean volcano breath (or possibly Wednesday) in a few minutes. Various preparations and panics are underway, as this sort of thing involves clothes we do not normally wear. I know I have a tie somewhere. Barbara is hunting petticoats... Our house, garden and dog-sitters are coming around today.