the
station. You can do that . . . what was that competition
you showed me earlier in the truck?’
‘No, it’s our weather badge,’ she retorted,
reaching into the front pocket of her uniform with one hand and pushing her
sister’s shoulder with the other. ‘And she just asked you about it because she likes
you!’
Krystal pushed her sister back but not very
hard. ‘Do not! You do!’
Astrid hurriedly took the page from Natasha.
Girl
Guides Weather Badge
1. Keep a daily record of the
weather in your area for a month. Use the weather maps given in the daily
press. Note the official forecast for each day, then observe and note down what
actually happened.
2. Be able to recognize some
visual weather signs for your area and to explain some of the influences, such
as mountains, seas, etc, on weather in your area.
3. Explain what is meant by
isobars, cyclones, anticyclones, cold fronts.
4. What sources of information
are used for the drawing of weather maps?
5. Do one of the following:
(a) Construct a simple rain gauge and keep a daily record of the
rainfall in your area.
(b) Explain the formation of four of the following: rain, snow,
sleet, hail, fog, hoar-frost, dew.
(c) Be able to recognize and name three
different cloud forms and explain about their formation.
She skimmed over the page barely registering
what it said. ‘Oh yes, they’ll be able to help you with this at the station. They’ve
got . . . all kinds of things that measure this stuff,
don’t they Dick?’
Dick nodded and both girls looked happier. At
least it might take their minds off their parents for a while.
‘Could I see please?’ asked Azziz. Astrid
passed him the sheet. His pudgy fingers took it delicately by one corner. ‘Thank
you.’ He read carefully. ‘Perhaps I can assist,’ and without waiting for a
reply handed the page back to Natasha, got to his feet then pulled up the
garage door and disappeared into the drizzle.
‘Fucked if I’m going to Canberra,’ grumbled Winston.
‘Me neither,’ agreed John Fat.
‘Suit yourself,’ shrugged Dick.
Azziz was only gone a few minutes, returning
with a plastic shopping bag tied loosely at the top. He shook water off the
bag, untied it then removed an exercise book, a handful of ballpoint pens and an
old plastic thermometer. He passed the stash across to Natasha then reached
into the bag again, this time taking out a packet of chocolate biscuits which went
to Krystal. ‘Some materials for your studies and nourishing food.’ Astrid
thought this sweet of him, although his idea of “nourishing” left a little to
be desired. It wouldn’t surprise her if all they ate in this place were
biscuits, baked beans and beer.
The old man mumbled some more, looking at
the roof. She realized the rain was stopping and suddenly it’d become very quiet.
Dick looked up too. ‘It’ll be light in an
hour and a half. Then we should go.’
Astrid cocked her head, listening.
‘That can’t be good,’ said Winston. The
others could hear it too.
It began as a subterranean rumble but unlike
the sound during the earthquake, it came more in stops and starts. The noise strengthened,
finding form and evolving. Rising in waves and evolving into a series of deep,
rolling BOOMS!
Dick scrambled to his feet and hauled up the
garage door. The sound was louder with the door open but not by as much as Astrid
would’ve thought. She reluctantly stood. She’d been loath to come into this filthy
bunker three hours ago; now it seemed a haven. The twins followed Dick outside.
The volume increased perceptibly with each step
until she stood clear of the garage. BOOM! BOOM! It sounded as if it
were coming from all around? BOOM! BOOM!
Āmiria shone her torch straight up into
the air, then down at her feet. ‘Is it coming from the sky or ground?’
‘Sky,’ confirmed Dick. ‘Hard to tell the direction
though.’
Astrid couldn’t figure out any particular direction
either.
‘Guns?’ suggested
station. You can do that . . . what was that competition
you showed me earlier in the truck?’
‘No, it’s our weather badge,’ she retorted,
reaching into the front pocket of her uniform with one hand and pushing her
sister’s shoulder with the other. ‘And she just asked you about it because she likes
you!’
Krystal pushed her sister back but not very
hard. ‘Do not! You do!’
Astrid hurriedly took the page from Natasha.
Girl
Guides Weather Badge
1. Keep a daily record of the
weather in your area for a month. Use the weather maps given in the daily
press. Note the official forecast for each day, then observe and note down what
actually happened.
2. Be able to recognize some
visual weather signs for your area and to explain some of the influences, such
as mountains, seas, etc, on weather in your area.
3. Explain what is meant by
isobars, cyclones, anticyclones, cold fronts.
4. What sources of information
are used for the drawing of weather maps?
5. Do one of the following:
(a) Construct a simple rain gauge and keep a daily record of the
rainfall in your area.
(b) Explain the formation of four of the following: rain, snow,
sleet, hail, fog, hoar-frost, dew.
(c) Be able to recognize and name three
different cloud forms and explain about their formation.
She skimmed over the page barely registering
what it said. ‘Oh yes, they’ll be able to help you with this at the station. They’ve
got . . . all kinds of things that measure this stuff,
don’t they Dick?’
Dick nodded and both girls looked happier. At
least it might take their minds off their parents for a while.
‘Could I see please?’ asked Azziz. Astrid
passed him the sheet. His pudgy fingers took it delicately by one corner. ‘Thank
you.’ He read carefully. ‘Perhaps I can assist,’ and without waiting for a
reply handed the page back to Natasha, got to his feet then pulled up the
garage door and disappeared into the drizzle.
‘Fucked if I’m going to Canberra,’ grumbled Winston.
‘Me neither,’ agreed John Fat.
‘Suit yourself,’ shrugged Dick.
Azziz was only gone a few minutes, returning
with a plastic shopping bag tied loosely at the top. He shook water off the
bag, untied it then removed an exercise book, a handful of ballpoint pens and an
old plastic thermometer. He passed the stash across to Natasha then reached
into the bag again, this time taking out a packet of chocolate biscuits which went
to Krystal. ‘Some materials for your studies and nourishing food.’ Astrid
thought this sweet of him, although his idea of “nourishing” left a little to
be desired. It wouldn’t surprise her if all they ate in this place were
biscuits, baked beans and beer.
The old man mumbled some more, looking at
the roof. She realized the rain was stopping and suddenly it’d become very quiet.
Dick looked up too. ‘It’ll be light in an
hour and a half. Then we should go.’
Astrid cocked her head, listening.
‘That can’t be good,’ said Winston. The
others could hear it too.
It began as a subterranean rumble but unlike
the sound during the earthquake, it came more in stops and starts. The noise strengthened,
finding form and evolving. Rising in waves and evolving into a series of deep,
rolling BOOMS!
Dick scrambled to his feet and hauled up the
garage door. The sound was louder with the door open but not by as much as Astrid
would’ve thought. She reluctantly stood. She’d been loath to come into this filthy
bunker three hours ago; now it seemed a haven. The twins followed Dick outside.
The volume increased perceptibly with each step
until she stood clear of the garage. BOOM! BOOM! It sounded as if it
were coming from all around? BOOM! BOOM!
Āmiria shone her torch straight up into
the air, then down at her feet. ‘Is it coming from the sky or ground?’
‘Sky,’ confirmed Dick. ‘Hard to tell the direction
though.’
Astrid couldn’t figure out any particular direction
either.
‘Guns?’ suggested
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