Toko Mouth

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1 July

🥶 Toko Mouth woke up to a chilly 5.3°C this morning, with crisp air, 88% humidity, and a towering 1043.0 hPa high-pressure system keeping skies calm. No rain is falling, the UV is barely awake at 0.2, and even the sun is only putting in a token effort with 25.3 W/m². A classic frosty winter’s morning—perfect weather for another hot coffee! ☕❄️

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30 June

🥶 Toko Mouth has officially entered “penguin-approved” weather! At just 5.4°C, with 95% humidity, a towering 1045.2 hPa pressure, and a token 0.3 mm of rain, even the sun seems to have hit the snooze button. The weather station insists it’s morning—but the weather insists it’s still bedtime! ☁️🐧🌡️

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29 Jun

Rain’s taking a nap, the sun’s showing off with its magnifying glass, and the plants are filing a complaint about excessive dryness. Meanwhile, the UV numbers are throwing a disco party—11’s wearing horns again. Typical day at CabbageTree HQ!

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26 June

Toko Mouth’s weather crew is at it again — the thermometer’s shivering, the sun’s flexing, and the wind’s blowing everyone’s hats off. With 9.4 °C on the dial and gusts up to 13.68 km/h, it’s a fine day for sheep in sunglasses and crabs with beach umbrellas. No rain yet, but plenty of attitude!

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25 June

Toko Mouth wakes up to a crisp 7.9°C, barely a whisper of wind, and a sun that’s mostly decorative. No rain anywhere — the gauge is still on holiday — and the day looks peacefully uneventful.

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24 June

At 2.8 °C, the thermometer’s shivering, the humidity’s sweating, and the solar panel’s sulking. Pressure’s high, rain’s shy, and the UV index has gone into hiding. It’s another day of Weather Madness!—where even the dew point needs a cup of tea

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23 June

A cold, still start at Toko Mouth with the temperature at 3.4°C and humidity at 88%, giving the morning that classic damp South Otago feel. High pressure at 1032 hPa keeps everything calm, with no wind, no rain, and barely a hint of sunlight. A quiet, grey winter morning built for hot drinks and slow beginnings.

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22 June

At 9:04 sharp, the thermometer’s shivering like it’s seen a ghost, the humidity’s clinging like a needy ex, and the barometer’s puffed up with pride at 1036 hPa. The rain gauge’s still dry as a politician’s promise, while the sun’s barely glowing—probably on strike for better hours. Down below, the cabbage tree’s looking parched, muttering, “Evapotranspira‑what now?” Meanwhile, the UV index is flatter than yesterday’s toast.
In short: it’s a day for woolly socks, sarcastic clouds, and a cup of something hot enough to remind you summer once existed

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