The supermoon was due to arrive on the night of April 7, 2019.
Early that evening, Anya and I were sitting in plastic chairs with the astronomical binoculars between us, waiting for the moon to rise.
Above the hills on the distant horizon were clouds and I wondered how much we would see.
On the lawn in front of us was the dome tent we had erected a few days before. The idea was to practice setting it up so that when the lock down was over, we could travel to far deserts and camp out – and at nights, do a bit of stargazing. But once the tent was up, Anya had insisted on leaving it there to remind us of past adventures and the promise of future ones.
Then the supermoon appeared…….Read more