Last night my twelve year old and I stood outside our cottage on top of the hill and watched for meteorites. Those with anything like a brain will note that this (and the other photos) are nothing to do with stars or meteorites.
I had head turned up to the sky, cricked neck and no camera (who, me!). We sat on the fence, we looked up and it was as exciting as fireworks and as majestic and calming as this church.
Looking up into the deep, deep sky was mesmerizing. Yes we saw the shooting stars. Some were singles darting through the sky. Others were in little batches, flashes of fire.
"Look Mum, there", "Wow!", "Look Idgy, quick". Our conversation was in no ways deep, it was a staccato burst of gasps and orders to look here, look there.
Our necks hurt, we fell off the fence a couple of times. We couldn't seem to give up and go inside to bed. We wanted to wait "for just one more", and one more after that.
It was magical. It was shared with someone so very special.
Eventually we both left our grandstand seats (the fence) and wandered into the house. Both smiling, both holding on to our images of the stars.
My last thoughts for the night as I lay down to sleep;
"If you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are, if you wish upon a star, your dreams come true"