There’s an odd feeling around a town that’s been through a long night. It’s like that really chilled out feeling you get the day after a good late party. The dark frightening, windswept and sodden night gave way to a grey, gusty morning and finally a beautiful, bright, breezy afternoon. Wndering around the Inner Harbour there was a feeling of tolerance or relief. Visiting Navy ships moored around the edges and above, unfettered by clouds, the sun was able to make its warmth known. Up the hill Camden Yards was full of enthusiastic baseball 
fans and along the way workers checked the integrity of the temporary stands erected for next week's Grand Prix. Back in the harbour the only signs of damage were the little electric boats, floating, but filled with water like a line of baths. By and large we dodged a bullet.
fans and along the way workers checked the integrity of the temporary stands erected for next week's Grand Prix. Back in the harbour the only signs of damage were the little electric boats, floating, but filled with water like a line of baths. By and large we dodged a bullet. The totals were I was staying would up being 4.6 inches of rain and a gusts of up to 55mph. Doesn’t sound like much but I don’t need to live it through it again.
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Bazza
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