My learned friend suggested a trip into space at the
Royal Observatory in Greenwich Park.
I was only too glad to tag along as I hadn't been before.
Honestly, it was one of the best things ever.
We sat in ever so slightly reclining airline style seats
in a dark auditorium so that we could look up at the
AV presentation of the night sky above us whilst a
(very funny) Royal Astronomer narrated.
It was mesmerising and poetic and made me:
a) want a telescope and
b) want to read something by Carl Sagan.
Two More Less Conventional Mother-of-the-Bride Dresses I Didn’t Buy, Or,
Saturday Morning at 10:08am
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These two options I loved, for different reasons, and didn’t buy, also for
different reasons. (N.B. I did not plan to post these photos. Hence:
roughness...
2 days ago
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