FAIR WEATHER FRIEND ?
It happens every season
I'm sure I know the cause
Of the thing that drives kayakers
To go screaming up the walls
It's a thing called weather forecasts
And it's seldom ever true
That what the forecast tells you
Is what it's REALLY going to do
If they say "Its hot and sunny"
You can be reasonably sure
That the weathers soddin awful
And the view obscured by stour
If they say "Don't put to sea
The weather will be dire"
You couldn't really blame a chap
For thinking "hes a liar !"
For if you heed their warnings
Of gales! and rain! and surf!
And spend the day, just sitting...
On your local sward of turf
Or make a start on all those jobs
SHE says that must be done
Reflecting moodily the whiles
On paddles in the sun
Would you find the weather balmy
With not a trace of rain
And EVERYONE you knew of
Had been off to sea again
Or how about "It's nice and calm"
"Lazing paddles sort of day"
Would you find that white caps
Were snarling for their prey
So how are bold kayakers
About to put to sea
Expected to find out what like
The weathers going to be
Just find a piece of seaweed
And nail it on the wall
And place not YOUR reliance
On the satellites and all
Copyright Mike Thomson
sometime ago.