There is something very special about eclipses, even for someone as perversely resistant to scientific knowledge as I am.
I still remember with pleasure when Chris and I shared a bottle of champagne with our friends Christine and Arnard, sitting on a terrace above our house to watch the total eclipse of the sun. This was perhaps more dramatic than moon eclipses, as in a matter of minutes the sky darkened, it became night and the birds were silent.
But this moon eclipse was also spectacular, particularly as it coincided with a supermoon (last month’s moon was also a spectacular size, particularly as it rose over the horizon at sunset).
I watched most of its stages, though I was – amazingly – asleep at the time of total eclipse. Unfortunately I had not thought to set up my camera on a tripod, so the images are crude and lacking in detail. All the same, a good memory.
I could watch the eclipse because I often sleep very poorly. My sleep was particularly interrupted last night by an event nothing to do with suns and moons: a visit by the giant sanglier who has been uprooting my terraces all this summer. This time it was munching something on my driveway, about 20 metres below the house. I decided that prudence was advisable and so sadly missed another photo opportunity. Poppy, however, had no such qualms and rushed down to bark at this giant intruder, who eventually ambled off.