Posted by Andy “Gum Boots” Bell
There’s a strange place that Sydneysiders default to whenever they hear the word “Melbourne”.
They launch off into a well-rehearsed treatise about how dreadful the weather is along the Yarra.
It’s cold and wet….scarves necessary…..hats must be worn….overcoats…blah blah blah.
Dum-de-dum-dum. Dum-de-dum-de-dum-dum-dum. (Thanks to Graham Richardson for that line!)
Well, you can’t argue with the temperature thingo, but the precipitation business is another kettle of ferrets.
Well it was to me as I sat at Gate 2 yesterday afternoon. I was sitting there surrounded by that damp smell. You know the one. That wet, warm and woolly odour that used to permeate the classrooms of my youth.
I had been soaked to the quick waiting for a cab, walking to the terminal and all the rest.
Beyond my own world of wetness, there were puddles every which way.
Now while the rain in Sydney falls mainly not in the catchment, but it does fall and fall and fall.
So come on you Sydney-ites. Embrace the evidence of the rain gauge and celebrate wet-weather wear.
We’ve been doing it here in Melbourne for decades.