I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.
Tuesday, 24 January 2012
Aurora Borealis
This week, in my neck of the woods, northern england. This photograph was taken at Dunstanburgh, Northumberland, others can be seen here: (Daily Mail).
The Tan Hill Inn is the highest (altitude) pub in England, a lonely moorland pub, apparently there for no reason- it has no neighbours at all. But it was once a welcome stopping place where the tracks of cattle and sheep drovers crossed, where pack-horse trains rested. This week, it was a perfect place for viewing the aurora- (see the pic in the link).
About 80 miles north of me. Tonight, and last night, the sky's too cloudy. And I live within the urban sprawl of streetlights.
I heard that today on earth are extreme spots on the sun. Keep an eye out for more beautiful skies.
ReplyDeleteCanny see anything for the rain here.
ReplyDeleteFriday night should be clear, look up around 10 p.m.
ReplyDeleteI always thought I would have to trek to the edge of the Arctic Circle to see the Northern Lights ... If only I had known that all I needed was a ticket to cross the Atlantic .... I would have been there in a heartbeat.
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