It was the second white Christmas in five years, if you count hail.
Christmas was back at the golf course after three years. A dozen tables sat under shady umbrellas outside the clubhouse, on a rise of lawn overlooking the fairways. That’s where lunch was supposed to be served. But the rain came first. I watched it come.
A little earlier, a massive black thing in the sky way out west had grown larger and loomed over the city, and had then started aiming hail at us as we hit the Eastern Freeway. I thought it might overshoot and fade to the southeast. Wrong. I took the exit ramp at Bulleen Road, crossed the freeway, turned right into the Boulevard, and right again back over the freeway along a narrow bridge road that ended at a steel gate. By this time it was a torrent. The gate slid open and we drove through and stopped out the front of the clubhouse.
They were huddled under the eave and inside looking out at the storm. It raged. Way below, the fairways were white carpets sweeping away in all directions. It didn’t stop. Lunch was served inside. Later, a few brave golfers headed out in buggies when the rain appeared to be easing, but the storm just kept circling and it was on again. You couldn’t hear conversation. The stream grew and broke its banks and the level climbed one of the fairways. The lightning put on a show to the north east. That was where most of the damage seems to have been done, around Eltham way. Hope you weren’t affected.
Sydney Road was still flooded as we drove home around eight.
Christmas was back at the golf course after three years. A dozen tables sat under shady umbrellas outside the clubhouse, on a rise of lawn overlooking the fairways. That’s where lunch was supposed to be served. But the rain came first. I watched it come.
A little earlier, a massive black thing in the sky way out west had grown larger and loomed over the city, and had then started aiming hail at us as we hit the Eastern Freeway. I thought it might overshoot and fade to the southeast. Wrong. I took the exit ramp at Bulleen Road, crossed the freeway, turned right into the Boulevard, and right again back over the freeway along a narrow bridge road that ended at a steel gate. By this time it was a torrent. The gate slid open and we drove through and stopped out the front of the clubhouse.
They were huddled under the eave and inside looking out at the storm. It raged. Way below, the fairways were white carpets sweeping away in all directions. It didn’t stop. Lunch was served inside. Later, a few brave golfers headed out in buggies when the rain appeared to be easing, but the storm just kept circling and it was on again. You couldn’t hear conversation. The stream grew and broke its banks and the level climbed one of the fairways. The lightning put on a show to the north east. That was where most of the damage seems to have been done, around Eltham way. Hope you weren’t affected.
Sydney Road was still flooded as we drove home around eight.
I saw on Tim Blair's blog that it had been quite the storm. They're fun to watch, as long as you're inside and nobody gets hurt.
ReplyDeleteFrom our vantage point, it was a lot of fun, although thunderclaps over the golf buggies were a bit scary.
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