You never know, in a place like Greenwich, what may appear around the corner.

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You never know, in a place like Greenwich, what may appear around the corner.

I often, beside the sea, used to gaze out at curtains of rain under clouds, like a skate under a foot.
What is new in this view of Friday’s evening sky?
Becoming aware of the nearest stars is an event that makes the blood tingle; it is like emerging from a hole in the ground. Continue reading “One More Device”
For most of June, and into July, the Sun is so far north in the sky that it doesn’t get much below our horizon.

Tsar Peter was uncommonly tall, but I didn’t know he was this much taller than me.

Continue reading “Peter the Great on the banks of the Thames”
The evening sky is still almost uninhabited by planets.

I came upon this spectacle by sheer luck, though it’s only five hundred yards from my door.