6.00am. The sky’s very clear this morning. The remnants of Hurricane Bertha are still busy sweeping away a few remaining clouds and the Sun is showing bright orange through the tangled branches of the trees out the front.
The moon is at its perigee – its closest point to the Earth – and I can definitely see the difference. We’re not talking a couple of percentage points. This moon is closer than it’s been for twenty years. It’s about 14% larger and, had I got up in the middle of the night, I’d have seen it shining 30% brighter.
Just amazing the way it goes about its business. We had three or four power cuts on Friday in the middle of the storm. I opened our bathroom window to see whether our neighbour’s guttering was suffering as much as ours from the incredible downpour that was occurring, to be met by the loudest thunderclap I’ve ever heard in my life.
A few minutes later the electricity went off. The floods in March, the town right next to where we live, made it onto the main national news – flash floods in March (or in August, depending on how you look at it, I suppose).
Never mind. The friendly moon has come to see how we’re getting on. We’re fine now, thanks, Supermoon.