Saturday, April 28, 2012

Astronomy In England


Some of you may have noticed (though most of you probably have not) that I've not posted any astrophotography shots since February (here's one).

Well, there's a reason for that and that reason is this:
I live in England.

Friday night is Observatory Night.
It has been cloudy, foggy or pissing down with rain every single Friday since February.
It's been raining here solidly for two weeks now.
It is the stinkiest pisser of an alleged spring on record.

Shakespeare, probably our greatest Englishman and one who - staging his plays in an open air theatre - would have had occasion to glance up at the English sky from time to time, wrote "For the rain it raineth every day."

Bill Bryson, who, for reasons best known to himself, has settled down just across the river from me, says that looking up at the sky here is "like living in Tupperware."

Except it's a lot wetter.


 This year the rain it raineth every bloody Friday night, and in particular it raineth on the heads of astronomers, forcing us to sit, night after night in the lecture theatre, drinking endless cups of bad coffee and talking rubbish.
Last night I glumly took these photographs before grumbling my way indoors, brewing up a stinking brown mess in the kitchen and then moaning about the weather to the soundtrack of the clickety clack of a bunch of miserable old codgers in the "telescope mirror grinding room" (which contains … er … a pool table) and wondering if there will ever be another clear Friday night.

The past week and a half has seen our Spring Star Party, where a whole bunch of us (though luckily not me) had a thoroughly dispiriting  time sitting, shivering in soaking, freezing tents in the middle of nowhere up in North Norfolk being lashed with gales and torrential rain.
Last night, as I helped them unpack their dripping wet gear from the van they seemed remarkably chipper about it all. Over here, it seems, astronomy is not so much about looking at the stars, it's more about hope … the hope that one day before we die we might get the chance to actually see something in the sky other than water.


Welcome to astronomy in England.

14 comments:

Speedway said...

Too bad your astronomy sessions have been limited to seeing whether the sun has come out. But I want to know - who burps the lid on the giant Tupperware bowl?

dive said...

I don't know, but whoever does it better get the bloody lid off soon because it's truly stinky in here.

Lulubelle B said...

Hi Dive -

So happy to see you're blogging again. I've been lurking for a while and trying to get back into that blogging frame of mind. I've posted two new Lulu stories, but two data points do not a trend make.

"Pizza Delivery" features everyone's favortie roommate. "Mr. C and The Big D" tells the story of a journey's beginning.

Stop by if you like. The door's always open.

:^D

Petrea Burchard said...

Come visit Pasadena. I'll take you to George Ellery Hale's old haunts (the places Einstein visited when he stopped in). We'll go up Mount Wilson to the observatory. I know an astronomer who was decorated by Prince Charles for something grand. We'll bug him for the astronomical poop.

Alifan said...

It is so good for you to have a hobby at last, you always loved the planets and stars, fancy the old telescope still working.

Thanks for all the help with the new baby yesterday!

dive said...

Yay! Welcome back, Lulu!
You were always great with hilarious sexual innuendo but the pizza story had me in stitches.
Dammit, now I want to start writing again.

Petrea, I WISH! Today we have howling gales and torrential rain (again). I've been stuck indoors, checking out the photos and video of the Doo Dah Parade and sighing at all those beautiful blue Pasadena skies.

Mum, astronomy in England is one of those wonderful hobbies where people spend mortgage-sized sums on fabulous equipment and then never get to use it because it's always raining. Perhaps I should switch to cloud-watching.

Robyn Martins said...

Looking up at the sky is about hope. What a great line. I'm sorry your weather is so crappy there—it isn't much better here.

Petrea Burchard said...

That must be why Richard chose Caltech over Cambridge. My Anglophilia is about history and archaeology, not so much about weather.

dive said...

One day, Robyn … one day I'll see a clear patch! Rumour has it there are stars out there, somewhere above the rain and I'm determined to find out if it's true.

I kinda like Cambridge, Petrea. Even in the rain it's pretty. All those beautiful mediæval buildings, romantic riverside walks and the Fitz. Oh, and lots of pretty girl students trying to knock you down with their bicycles. It has a charm all its own.

Ms M said...

Too bad the weather has been such an obstruction to your stargazing. The rain has been on overtime here, too. The Boise River is at flood stage. But, finally, it was sunny and beautiful today -- so there's hope yet for you! :-)

Petrea Burchard said...

Here you go, dive. Some pictures taken by my friend Kat.
http://hometown-pasadena.com/talk-of-our-towns/litfest-doo-dah/

dive said...

Yay for sunny and beautiful, Ms.M.
I'm hoping for one refreshing, blue, sunny spring day before the rain gives way to stinky, sweaty icky summer.

Petrea, my jealousy overflows and makes a sticky green mess on the floor.

Leslie said...

Friday night is observatory night for me too! You can observe me drinking obscene amounts of wine!
After which the sky here looks quite similar.

dive said...

Hee hee!