B.O.M Rain gauge

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The weather station at Butlers Gorge, Tasmania is all that remains from the hydro village that was once home to over 3000 construction workers that built the Clarke dam wall and butlers gorge power station in the 1940’s. All part of Tasmania’s hydro scheme. 

This certainly isn’t the original rain gauge. 

This shows the BOM identification marks for the Butlers Girge rain gauge.     Several years ago, working at Cradle Mountain on the shuttle buses I mentioned to one of the drivers I was off to AgFest. I love going to farm machinery field days. Although the 80's and 90's I would take Nic to the Elmore Field Days in Victoria. It was equidistant between us and my Dad and brother Tony. It was always a good family catch up and we loved dragging around with Dad as he checked out what was new in his farming world. As Dad got older and started using a gopher and Yony and I had mobile phones we could always keep up with him and we seemed to spend the whole day phoning each other. Have you seen him? Where is he now? Trying to keep up with him was becoming stressful.   After Dad died I then stated going to the Henty Field Days in NSW and the after moving to Tassie, I started going to AgFest each year.   So this particular year I'm off to Agfest to buy myself a raingauge. Nigel, a fellow driver, bless his socks says he thinks he might have one for me. Next shift he brings me this beautiful old BOM raingauge. It belonged to a mate of his who was a BOM employee. Nigel inherited the rain gauge when he helped clean out his deceased mates shed. Lucky me! I live my new raingauge and am always checking and recording the rainfalls.  

This shows the BOM identification marks for the Butlers Girge rain gauge.

 

Several years ago, working at Cradle Mountain on the shuttle buses I mentioned to one of the drivers I was off to AgFest. I love going to farm machinery field days. Although the 80's and 90's I would take Nic to the Elmore Field Days in Victoria. It was equidistant between us and my Dad and brother Tony. It was always a good family catch up and we loved dragging around with Dad as he checked out what was new in his farming world. As Dad got older and started using a gopher and Yony and I had mobile phones we could always keep up with him and we seemed to spend the whole day phoning each other. Have you seen him? Where is he now? Trying to keep up with him was becoming stressful. 

After Dad died I then stated going to the Henty Field Days in NSW and the after moving to Tassie, I started going to AgFest each year. 

So this particular year I'm off to Agfest to buy myself a raingauge. Nigel, a fellow driver, bless his socks says he thinks he might have one for me. Next shift he brings me this beautiful old BOM raingauge. It belonged to a mate of his who was a BOM employee. Nigel inherited the rain gauge when he helped clean out his deceased mates shed. Lucky me! I live my new raingauge and am always checking and recording the rainfalls.  

My raingauge.  

My raingauge.  

BOM details on my raingauge. 

BOM details on my raingauge.