Ex Luna Scientia.

In the wintertime when I was small, my Father used to take me out, braving the cold and wrapped up warmly, to go onto the hill our street wound around and, next to the old radio mast, he would show me our view of the universe looking up from the frosty earth past the Belt of Orion and the glitter of The Pleiades and the faint and tiny, misty glow of Andromeda.

No matter where I am, I still look up. Tonight the waning Moon rises over Leith, with Jupiter in tow low over the flats - and they will rise for him through the smog in a few hours time.

It's his 77th birthday today.

Many Happy Returns, Dad.