A little sky
over York.
I'm Cora. I look up from a narrow back yard, between a chimney and a neighbour's pear tree. Most evenings give me a few bright points and a reason to stand still.
Start with what is there.
I came to astronomy by accident. During a winter power cut, I waited on the back step with a torch I couldn't find batteries for. The sky above the houses was much busier than I remembered. I bought a second-hand pair of binoculars a month later and began keeping a notebook beside the door.
There are no spectacular photographs here. My sketches are circles, dots, and the occasional smudge where a cold hand dragged across the page. I write down the cloud cover, what blocked the view, and one thing I want to look at again. A fifteen-minute gap in the weather is enough for an entry.
Read the observing pagesAlso in the notebookThe things that fit in one bag