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Saturday, 10 December 2011


I sat out nearly all night once, years ago, watching a lunar eclipse from the top of Dunstable Downs, on the edge of the Chiltern escarpment. I sat in the sidecar of my friend's bike.

We waited and waited for the moon to disappear into darkness, not realising that it only goes dark red. After some debate on whether the moon was becoming darker or lighter, I looked behind us to see that dawn was breaking. "Er, that's it then"

In 1999 I went to the Eclipse Rally, in Cornwall. The path of totality covered only a small part of the county, and I was camped out with about 950 other bikers.

It was pretty cloudy on the day and a group of bikers I shall not name to save them embarrassment first rode North out of the campsite to find a less cloudy sky, then back past the campsite and South to Lizard Point. On their way to the point the eclipse came and went. They had travelled 310 miles to see the eclipse and they missed it. I stayed on site and saw it.

I took 90 shots of the eclipse from our home in HK. This is one of my favourites:


There is a small number more in my Photostream. I found it a rather moving event.



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