Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

We were lucky with the eclipse yesterday. It was touch and go, though, as I woke to heavy skies, covered in a pall of grey. Nevertheless, the camera was charged and came with me. British weather being notoriously fickle, I could always live in hope.

We watched the cloud turn a sickly hue, the dim light fade to that odd, pre-storm shade and felt the temperature drop as the sun was darkened. And we couldn’t see a thing. Even so we stood outside and watched a more luminous corner of the sky with unfounded optimism.

“Can’t you do some Nerk* stuff?”

“There will be Nerks up and down the country willing those clouds to clear…” And a few moments later they did.

For the next half hour we watched the play of light and shade. The sun became the sickle that reminded me of the ‘moon’ symbol of the goddess……