I’ve been reading about the
eclipse, supermoon and vernal equinox for weeks while working on a supernatural mini-book, so this morning found me on my
doorstep, coffee in one hand, camera in the other.
By 9am the light was already dimming. It was more like an autumnal dusk than a bright, spring morning - although the birds were singing madly.
My husband Rob had the secret
device, a sheet of silver foil with a hole in the middle.
By 9am the light was already dimming. It was more like an autumnal dusk than a bright, spring morning - although the birds were singing madly.
We managed a couple of tiny
shots of the moon moving over the sun, then ... the brainwave. Rob fished out
the binoculars and a sheet of white paper. Bingo.
The strange double crescents were
like goblin eyes ...
It's all rather curious, because I'd planned my quartet of calendrical stories to coincide with the winter solstice, vernal equinox, summer solstice and autumn equinox before I even knew of the momentous celestial event this march.
Spooky.
LAST SPRING
A supernatural story for the
vernal equinox
Unearthly goings-on in a very
English churchyard.
By Pamela Kelt
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