It's a strange time in the UK. A new coalition Government cutting public services. The spectre of recession stalking the streets once more. Strikes. Feral Youth. A nation at War. Noble visions seem hidden. It's hard to make sense of it all or to imagine great things happening. Directionless. It calls to mind the final lines of Thom Gunn's 'On The Move' written in the 1950's:
"At worse, one is in motion; and at best,
Reaching no absolute, in which to rest,
One is always nearer by not keeping still."
Looking at my space toys now, sleek and dream-like, I see them in a different light and despite being flotsam from the past they seem to represent something bigger, something very hard to reach, almost forgotten but all the grander for seeking it.
I look forward to us getting nearer again and looking to the stars.....soon.