I have finally realised what caused the wind drought over the past weeks(feels like months). A lack of ritual has been evident and it was only by sheer luck that the curse was lifted. Like some dark pagan ceremony, I slung the freshly slain lamb onto the altar (BBQ actually). Literally as the flesh burned - the clouds seemed to scud across the sky and something very dark lingered on the horizon. Winds notched up to just about Force 5 and despite the pictures (usual excuse, but thanks Matt for holding the camera!) the wave out back was big. Thank you to whoever you are for making my weekend !