There are two flurries of activity in pressure gradients across the reporting zone, but I’m probably being overcautious. I’ll hang on another day or so until I’m absolutely certain it is safe to ring down ‘Finished With Engines’.

I’m probably the last one standing now. The now legendary Blind Sniper signed off this morning. I conjure up an image of him retreating to his snowbound hut on Baffin Island with a winter supply of nuts and dried walrus meat, to pass the months dreaming of meteorological catastrophe. I’m sure he has an equally unflattering image of this old sailor.

Stand easy.

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