Yesterday evening, Thursday, February 27th, 2014, as strange exploding noises were emerging from the bathroom (and I wasn’t there, being here!) a Breaking News story emerged on the BBC News website.
Just after the bathroom explosion, I thought ‘that was quick!’, but then when I read the news story, I found it had nothing to do with me whatsoever. Well, it did, but not directly. I’m not that important, it seems.
Apparently, as the skies were so clear, the Aurora Borealis was visible throughout the UK. I left the creature from the black lagoon to smear and slide out of the bathroom and to go wherever it wanted to go, and I headed outside. I was, finally, going to get to see my Northern Lights.
I dashed outside.
I crooked my neck.
I looked up into the black sky.
I sighed.
Oh, it was a beautifully clear night alright. I could see hundreds of millions of stars twinkling above me – far more than I can usually see from in the Grinds – but not one shimmer of green was there. Not a haze of red. No dash of blue. No hint of peach. No flair of purple. No twinkling of – well, you get the idea.
The Northern Lights were visible if you were further north than me, and they were also visible if you were further south than me. And presumably east and west. But, being in the middle (actually the north-west, where I was (and am!)) they weren’t visible. Well, in my part of the north-west anyway. Other parts of the north-west could see them.
The image that accompanies this post has been erm… ahem… ‘borrowed’ from the BBC News website, but I’ve used it to highlight the spectacular light show that I never did see.
I’m beginning to think it’s a conspiracy.
It.
Everything.
But I’ll still have another look tonight, just in case I’m wrong…
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