Yesterday saw me post one of my usual rants about the weather. A summer’s day blighted by rain and dark skies. The Summer Solstice ruined by torrents of water, and low cloud. It was also the night of the much-lauded Strawberry Moon; the larger than usual moon that heralds the beginning of the strawberry-picking season. I was unimpressed by the prospect of this moon. After all, how were we going to see it, through a curtain of murky clouds?
The Moon must have been reading my blog. Just after 9 pm, the skies over Beetley cleared. With an hour or more still to go to sunset, The Moon became visible. Low in the sky, easily seen from inside our living room, it seemed to grow larger as we watched. I knew that I had to eat my words. After twenty minutes or so, the huge glow shone an unusual custard-yellow, as it made its way across the sky. I have seen the once-in-a-lifetime Strawberry Moon, and I apologise unreservedly.
As I drove Julie to Norwich Station very early this morning, we noticed that the local Pick-Your-Own fruit farm at Dillington finally had their sign out. It shows a large strawberry, with an arrow pointing directions. Looks like this once-in-seventy-years moon got it right after all.