Muffled incandescence

Only in England…


Twangling in the dark, the recliner and I arranged ourselves with feet pointed east, a posture dictated by Perseus and the fat descending Moon.  Conditions were not ideal, as, apart from the lunar lightspill, the thin patchy cloud must have been masking many of the fainter meteors.  But this is England; and if you can see any stars, however fuggy, out you go.

There was time to do a little binocular wandering, and to tuck the blanket in well about the edges.  The main event began with a show stopper:  a long meteor right through the middle of the summer triangle, burning white and fierce and leaving a long smoke trail behind it.  It always seems curious that these energetic phenomena should take place in total silence, but so it is.

When the Moon finally took itself off the sky darkened, a blurry Milky Way appeared and I began to…

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