Even though I have a geeky interest in the heavens I am normally crap at turning up for astronomical events. Take the Geminid meteor shower about ten days ago which I looked forward to in anticipation. I slept through that. And so it is that whenever there's something to see in the sky I'm either in the land of Nod, or have got the wrong date or time. Even when I do turn up there's usually a traditional English blanket of cloud obscuring the view of whatever I'm supposed to be oohing and aahing at.
So I was very excited yesterday evening when I spotted the International Space Station passing over the campsite at 5:22pm. No doubt Santa was on board doing his final recce of the United Kingdom before tethering his reindeer. And even though unforecast rain is pattering on the roof of the motorhome, I'm optimistic that those clear skies last night predict a perfect winter walking day. For those are my main plans for Christmas. There's a frosty yomp across the hills with a detour to see a certain eleven year old unwrapping his presents to be done!