Welcome to my website. There are sections on space and astronomy, personalised stories and much more!
Enthusiastic leader of young observers group at local Observatory. Writes about life events as well as space adventure stories. Enjoys watching birds in garden - great procrastinating excuse - making cakes and much, much more.
As the evenings become darker, so do the mornings and it is helpful to remember that you can also get outside in the morning just before sunrise to enjoy stars and planets and the Moon.
The Winter Hexagon asterism appears in the early evening, giving you time to orientate yourself before becoming overwhelmed by the wealth of stars appearing as the skies darken. Sirius is the very bright star to the south. If you hold this diagram above your ahead, it will show you the orientation of the sky. Hexagon equals 6…or does it?
Sirius (the Dog Star) is the brightest star in the sky 8.7 light years or 80 million million kilometres away in the constellation of Canis major. Extra twinkly due to its immense heat, its name is derived from the Greek for ‘scorching’. It is orbited by a small companion star every 50 years whose own brightness is overshadowed by Sirius.
Procyon (in Canis minor) a binary system, is one of the nearest to our Sun.
Pollux is an old red star near the end of its life, part of Cancer constellation.
Capella is a bright double star in Auriga. Variability is visible as the stars pass in front of each other over a period of 27 years. They are ten times the size of the Sun.
Aldebaran appears part of the Hyades but is only 65 light years away, compared to 150 light years for the main group. It looks like the eye of Taurus.
Rigel in Orion is a blue/white double star, 51,000 times as bright as the Sun. It forms part of a 4 star system.
So, how many stars make up the Winter Hexagon…?
In the realm of the planets there is a real treat in December when Jupiter and Saturn can be seen quite closely together, low but very bright on the southern horizon. This is the closest to each other since 1623!
As October draws to a close, I am delighted to report that I have uploaded the full transcript of my newspaper column that I wrote for the Express and Echo. Also, A stroll through the stars text is complete and I am awaiting more images to include. I have received some positive comments regard the project and am encouraged. I need to remain patient through before I take the project further. Watch this Space!
It is hard to keep up with all the writing tasks…I submit twice weekly to the Exeter Coronavirus Community Diaries via their Facebook page. They seem to like my posts and have asked whether they can use them in an exhibition which is nice. I do also have to do some actual paid Work. And I am working really hard on completing a guide to observing for beginners which will be launched on 6 October 2020 (hopefully!) at St Thomas Library, Exeter.
to work after the Easter break was really bizarre. I just had to remember to switch on the work
laptop upstairs…I did get dressed for work though. Bizarrely.
It still feels good not to have to rush for a bus. I continue to drive to and fro the hospital
to avoid husband catching public transport or anything that might be carried on
it. These are anxious times as it was
announced testing is only being carried out on people who show signs of
symptoms. So, we still don’t know how
much of a risk we are to each other or anyone else. Husband puts his uniform in a pillow case and
straight into the washing machine when he comes home.
Tiredness is a big problem for both of
us. I wake up worrying and having panic
attacks. Husband is just tired. And worried.
I listened to a radio programme about the therapeutic effects of having
contact with nature, even if it is only reading about it. This inspired us to see if any garden centres
were open and, delightedly, we found one that was making deliveries. I phoned an order for some compost and a few
vegetable plants and we are now able to progress our garden plans. We already had quite a few seedlings ready to
be potted on but nothing to pot them on with.
My Dad would be proud.
went out for a local stroll, smiling at a few people who also seemed pleased to
see other faces as they smiled in return.
It is a struggle to find the right exercise. I continue to do some yoga in the mornings as
well as the daily stroll. Housework and
gardening also provide some more exercise.
However, I used to go swimming two or three times a week and really miss
this. My feet prefer a form of exercise
that is non weight bearing as I continue to get fit and lose weight after an
operation three years’ ago to remove arthritis from the left foot. I had only received been issued with some
suitable made to measure shoes which help with balance. It is frustrating not being able to walk on
Dartmoor as I signed up for a sponsored trek that was to take place in August
to raise money for Alzheimer’s Society.
I have neither been able to train nor obtain sponsors!
Daffodils and chocolate mark Easter Sunday
this year. No church, no family
gathering, a muted celebration, yet still a time for hope in these distressing weeks. The hope that comes with Easter has never
been so needed as now. An Easter like no
other, it is a weekend for continuing reflection as the ‘lockdown’
For me, I will always associate Good
Friday with visits to Rye with my auntie and uncle, loaded to the hilt with hot
cross buns for the bus journey from Eastbourne.
I loved the pottery shops, the ancient church with its views over to the
distant, receding sea. One year we
bathed in the somewhat chilly sea and warmed up with hot coffee and cold cross
Dominic Raab has said he appreciates the
sacrifices we are making; that it’s the little things like Easter egg hunts
with grandchildren, family get-togethers that will be missed. Surely, these are the big things in life. These are the things that really matter.
Easter Day felt really strange. No normal hustle and bustle of church and
family lunches to prepare. Instead, a
quiet walk along a nearby lane with views over towards the open countryside and
distant Dartmoor. As a friend wrote to
me, “Easter is a celebration of hope; so, let’s take some of this into our
daily lives. I am sure we all need quite a bit of it.”
My local council has started a Facebook page for Coronavirus diary entries and liked my contribution enough to ask for more. Even better, I won a short story competition and will see the story in Prima magazine in July, as well as receiving £100 for the story. That is a result! One happy writer today.