Hot wind and wrong names

I enjoyed this post from the Two-Fisted Birdwatcher, as he says “When the wind is blowing out of hell, you get pissed about little things.”

Newcastle, in August, is the time of the cold wind. Icy south-westerlies that bring with them a chill straight from Antarctica. Walking is difficult, holding a telephoto lens still, an impossibility.

You can get pissed about little things when the wind is blowing from the south pole, too.