This Easter Sunday is the last Sunday in March, so it is the day when European clocks get twisted an hour forward to “summer” time, two weeks after American clocks. So now Britain and the eastern US are back to being five hours apart, instead of, for the last fortnight – four? Or was it six? Another of those pesky arithmetical two-ways which cause hesitation, at least to me. Four.
I shall not be saying much for a while, not because I don’t want to discuss clock time or the universe but because we’re embroiled in packing to move. That makes the universe seem even more remote than it already is, and clocks even more unforgiving.
But here is the exciting part of the sky tomorrow morning.