Blood moon and bloody tired

When shortly before 3 a.m. the alarm clock rang, I took the camera and the binocular and went into the garden. The weather was great and the sky looked as if it were alive with all the stars one could see up there (this was one of the moments when I am truly grateful for the fact that Hastings is such a relatively small town, meaning there is not so much light pollution here). I seated myself in a rocking chair and spent the next one and a half hour or so out there in the dark.

Luckily, it was only when the moon's usual bright white light returned that I realised how cold it actually was.