Simply fun.

On the last couple of evenings of our holiday the whole family would, at about 11pm at night, go for a walk along the beach and try and spot shooting stars. We would walk with our necks bent so far back that we'd almost topple into the sand behind us, gawping at the majesty of the universe, and shrieking with delight if we saw a shooting star; excitedly checking who'd seen it and who'd been looking at the wrong bit of the sky.

Sitting here now, back in London, late at night, that's what I wish I was doing.

My Mum and Dad are still there, so maybe that's what they are doing now. (If they are then Mum will have spotted way more than Dad, he's rubbish at it, but he plays none the less. Good old Dad.)

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[ELE]

>gawping at the majesty of the universe

Yes, it is glorious, isn't it? The last time I did this was at Yosemite. There was almost no light pollution where we overnighted, and I was simply bowled over by the sheer number of stars visible. Developed a crick in my neck just looking at the sky! Finally lay myself right down on the ground, star map in one hand, flashlight in the other, as I traced the constellations.

>Sitting here now, back in London, late at night, that's what I wish I was doing.

I understand this bit too, for here I sit, miles from Yosemite, thinking about that night sky.

[Harry C]

We're back in FC and feeling like you. Although I never caught sight of one shooting star, walking on Redbarn strand ,day or night,has been a liftime pleasure.