again, with nothing to do but star watch.
Last night with Annie and Pete in the courtyard, sober (ish),
watched a satellite develop two lights and then spread out
so each light, traveling at the same (ostensible) rate, zoomed
off in different directions.
It was chilling and thrilling until Pete came up with a sensible
explanation which I didn't understand but seemed to satisfy
him. And hes clever.
But on the 6th June it seems that the moon, a moment away
from its fullness, will be eclipsing a red dwarf.
Will it be Dozy, Beaky, Mick or Tich? Or, erm, Doc, Sneezy,
Happy, Grumpy or etc? And how can we know?
Saturday night will find me flat on my back watching out with
the trusty Russian binoculars.
PS The strange little boxes here are where I was trying to nick
an image from someone elses blog - and failing , at least this
machine won't open them - all it is is a hand-drawn sign seen
in a shop in Westminster, saying : Only 2 MP's at a time.
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