A lot to take in Debbie. My former logical science head has given over to the philosopher, and Joni Mitchell's song Woodstock, mediated by Matthews Southern Comfort (1970):
My own Patrick Moore story: I went to his house at Selsey Bill aged seven with a group of astronomy-obsessed kids (and my father!) and saw the rings of Saturn through the telescope in the mini observatory he had in his back garden...
A lot to take in Debbie. My former logical science head has given over to the philosopher, and Joni Mitchell's song Woodstock, mediated by Matthews Southern Comfort (1970):
We are stardust, we are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
back to the garden.
Indeed, Glenn. That’s been an earworm for me all week and I nearly used it as the title!
Give us the poem!! 😁
🙂 It’s on Poems About this week, Beth but will post it here at some point too.
My own Patrick Moore story: I went to his house at Selsey Bill aged seven with a group of astronomy-obsessed kids (and my father!) and saw the rings of Saturn through the telescope in the mini observatory he had in his back garden...