Not the Moon…

… I waited to blip (for the moon to arrive).

I have never been so organised. I looked at a compass, and checked moonrise time (and direction. I’m not stupid). And waited patiently.

I took a heap of pictures, at intervals, of not the moon. (As a kind of practice, with camera settings, for when it hove into view. Or ‘rose’ as some might say). Which, I won’t mince words here, I didn’t think it actually had.
I gave up.
But then (some two or three hours later) Himself came back from the cinema (Oppenheimer, very good apparently) and he said the moon had been there all along.
Well.
Who knew?
I took some pictures. I’ll put one in extras tomorrow. They’re not very Super Blueish.
I put the camera down just as an aircraft flew in front too… Not my best day.

Here’s some nice honeysuckle.