So there I stood, flagrant and guiltless on a verge in Mill Lane of all
places, wrapped up in the coat-that’s-falling-apart, scarf, wellies and woolly hat,
torch in mouth and pen in hand, sketching the shape the stars made.
‘Ha!’ I thought. ‘I might appear to be a complete nutter,
but at least I shall remain unblemished by any suspicion of being a Peeping Tom
or a ne’er-do-well who’s casing the joint with a view to stealing the silver.
Got ’em.’
Then I compared my sketch with a star map that I found by
searching ‘constellations near Polaris’ and found it. It’s Cassiopeia. What a
pretty name.
2 comments:
that should fool the locals then
Quite the contrary, Anon. If it shows them anything at all, it will be the truth of the matter.
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