The Perseid meteor shower took place in the night of 13th August. Somehow these things that I love to see nearly pass me by every time, if not for some random Facebook status or text informing me of their happening. After the supermoon, I was determined to become a more enthusiastic and knowledgeable sky gazer. So I signed up for the National Geographic newsletter (yep, things just got serious). Except I then proceeded to ignore the emails like all other newsletter style emails. Just as Mark & I had gotten into bed on 13th August, I got a text from my younger sister Willow at 10.37pm...
"There is a meteorite shower!!!!"
(everything I said from this point on was pretty much an exclamation!)
Mark, knowing me, knew exactly what this meant. Shoes on! Coats on! Glasses, Hannah! After a speedy Google search it turned out we weren't going to be likely to see anything up North, but we're not going to let a little thing like location and a terribly cloudy sky ruin it now are we! We stood outside the house for a good few minutes. Quick, we need to go somewhere without streetlights! Where to? To the park! No, not the park, it's low down. Let's just drive! Off we went, me gazing out of the window hoping to see something wonderful. We drove to the beach, but quickly retreated once we saw all the shhh! youths (definitely getting old).
We just turned around and kept on driving. I was on the phone to Willow, all she'd had to do was step outside into the garden and was witnessing something amazing! We decided to pull over on the side of the road in a farmer's field entrance. The sky looked like the photo above. Yes! we thought. This is it! Where's the meteors! Eyes peeled! Nothing. We thought we might have seen something, but it was definitely our eyes getting tired. I eventually decided that since we knew which direction the meteor shower was going to be in, why not check the handy little thing on my phone called a compass...
You guessed it, the meteor shower was happening on the opposite side of the sky to the way we were stood! Yes! This is definitely it now! we thought. We gazed and hoped and gazed. It was freezing. We were in our pjs (Mark in a particularly fetching pair of grandad style burgundy check ones).
"Mark!! Hannah!! Mark! METEORITES!!!"
The sky was finally raining a few meteorites just for us, we saw three in total. Magical! And it was in this happy and hyperactive and beyond cold state that I noticed a blue flashing light. Approaching. Fast.
"Mark? Mark. Mark there's a police car. Mark it's slowing down. Mark! It's pulling over!
We had somehow attracted the attention of the local police, scary stuff! Someone had called the police on us! It was at the precise moment as we approached the policeman getting out of his car, that Mark realised the MOT was due. A few days ago... ohmygod! We thought we were in trouble for sure. The policeman asked what we were doing. Outside in our pjs with a camera round my neck. Lucky for us, I doubt the policeman has ever heard "watching the meteor shower" as an excuse before! He took note of the camera, our scruffy selves. He was friendly and asked if we'd seen any, we had a little chat. As soon as he got in his car and started driving away, we breathed a great sigh of relief in unison. LET'S GO! Home! Quick!