I thought 'red sky at night meant shepherds delight'. Well all night it bucketed down so that the dirt roads on the peninsular were turned to ribbons of mud. Tried to ride to the whales eating cute baby seals beach but it would have taken more than double the time allowed before the critical whale beaching high tide and that is assuming that there was not an accident on the way. So the executive decision was taken to postpone the whales to the next day. So we had to make do with this one.