One of our bathroom windows, in the gable end, faces south-east and gives a clear, unfrosted view of the Cleveland Hills some 30 miles away. At this time of year, with the trees leafless, the outline of the moortop is unobstructed. Yesterday at 8:15 I looked out and for a second or two thought there was a raging fire burning.
Slowly the blaze resolved into an arc, the fire not thirty but ninety-three million miles away. The sun rose; a perfect disc viewed through a thin veil of cloud. It could have been the Serengeti.
[Authentic selfie - 11 December 2025]
