No Supermoon here in East Lancashire last night. Too much rain and cloud, even when I checked at 6 am today.
There was, however, a man, unseen but clearly audible, shouting in the street: ‘Fuck …. you! … Fuck. You. … Fuck you!‘
Perhaps he was also disappointed at the non-Supermoon and was cursing the clouds.
I went back to bed anyway.
Tonight’s another night.
Trig point at Pendle Hill.
Pendle Hill in East Lancashire is a great big sheep-strewn lump of a thing. If it were 53m higher it would be a mountain but it’s not so it has to be content with being everybody’s favourite whale-shaped hill for the rest of its life.
Any local can tell you about the Pendle Witch trials of the early 1600s. Twenty people, mostly women, were hauled off to Lancaster and tried for witchcraft. Four were acquitted and the rest were hanged. Continue reading
