Set the controls for the heart of the Sun

Further to my piece about things that you have to be in the right place at the right time to see...Yesterday as I was walking to work through the cemetery I stopped and looked behind me to look at the Sun. Not directly, never look directly at the Sun and now I've turned into a … Continue reading Set the controls for the heart of the Sun

And everything under the sun is in tune…

  I saw a sundog this morning, a parhelion, a little piece or rainbow floating in the sky. The sun was peeking through the scuttling clouds and there, off to one side was a small patch of ethereal colours; there for a moment and then like Robert Louis Stevenson's mill and river, gone forever. I … Continue reading And everything under the sun is in tune…