FROM 1-24. Closing on the Barn Door

Oct 14, 2005 - 0550hrs UTC

0550hrs 14 Oct 2005 UTC 38’16”S 003’44”W Ref 439

The sheer wonder of all this has just poked me firmly in the eye. Here we are in our little plastic bathtub home with all its talky toys, barrelling across the South Atlantic towards the barn door south of Africa. I have just written to a couple of teachers and their classes in Sydney about Turner’s paintings and my daughter’s higher school certificate art project, which included a copy of a Turner painting on an old kitchen door. One of those teachers may just possibly be a descendant of Henry Knight’s father. There’s an inspirational sunrise going on in front of us and the moon set an hour or so ago directly astern – a great glowing orange ball behind some wispy cloud. And tonight, if we get lucky, we should be able to wave once again to the International Space Station as it passes overhead. And, most gobsmackerooningly of all, I can report it to all y’all in purple prose. To misquote myself – sorry Ed! – Scupper me Dingbats All Over! Isn’t technology wonderful? I can feel a Consultation and a bacon sando coming on. Time to wake Pete. Ed G. If you are still reading this, send us your email address and we’ll give you exclusives on VoAI and the like.

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