On Monday, time to cement the wol. Beginner mistake: I thought the board was square. It isn’t. On the butter side down principle, I put it onto the tiles the wrong way. Of course you can’t lift it up again once it is on, and I had to do some hasty tessellating before the adhesive went off. (The offs and ons in those sentences are a bit confusing.) This is the largest prototype we have done yet – about 18 inches wide. I don’t know why I should be surprised by the sheer weightiness of the result but I wasn’t prepared for it to be such a solid lump of a thing.
Tuesday I fetched out the solar filter and 5″ scope and took the sun’s portrait. I am still sulking at Sol and the universe in general, and strove for an I-can-take-you-or-leave-you manner. I doubt this cut any ice with the cosmos. This whole disc image has been treated to some false colour (if scientists are allowed to do it, why can’t I).
I tried for detail with a shorter eyepiece, but didn’t happen to get anything special. This was the best of them, showing huge sunspot complex 2321.
Yesterday I sat by the pond and watched a newt laying eggs. Gratifying! It seemed rude to photograph her in the act.
In the evening, out came the 10″ scope, which hasn’t had an airing for some time. I seemed to spend more time collimating than observing, and the air was thick and turbulent, but the GRS was transiting and I had a few glimpses as it crossed the meridian, suddenly appearing pink and distinct, and then almost instantly vanishing into a vaguely distorted stripeyness on a fuzzy disc.
And this afternoon it was time for some textile crafts – in fact, to secure the ends of this handle tightly together so that the handle wouldn’t fall off seventeen times while mowing. I should stuff this mower up somebody’s nose, but can’t raise the energy. At least it worked and the grass is cut for the next five minutes.
First again this year and always, the (anon) climber by the front door is doing its thing.
It made a good tribute to the day.