When are the visitors going? asked Baby Pierre. This is turning into a long night out here on the jetty.
Good heavens, so it is, said Gaius. Here we are still on the jetty one day last week. When are the visitors going?
They've already gone, said Anoctopus, but my person has only just got home after being out most of the day.
What did she do? asked Lavender. Did she colour in any more fairies?
No, but she coloured a caterpillar's face olive green, and elegantly crosshatched a broomstick, said Anoctopus. All while lying on her tummy propped up on her elbows.
Did she go out? asked Lavender.
Yes she went out. She went to the Pie Shop on Jetty Road Brighton with the rest of the team, and then to a playground to eat pies. There was a cold wind blowing in the playground and the only way to get warm was to lie at the bottom of the slippery slide in the sun. There was only one problem with that.
I know! cried Lavender. Someone wanted to go down the slide!
Right, said Anoctopus. Then, she went back to great grandma's house and had biscuits and cake, and several bites of a bright blue meringue, supervised the watering of plants with a watering can, and went to the airport to wave goodbye to the visitors. Then, instead of going home...
What? said Lavender. Didn't she go home?
No, said Anoctopus. She went to a musical performance at Her Majesty's with the remaining member of the team. The name of the show was..... haha... you'll never guess....
Tell us, said Baby Pierre. Then we can all go home.
It was called The Arrival, said Anoctopus.
Haha that's funny, laughed everyone.
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Sunday, September 11, 2011
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Dark Matter
I'm walking up Jetty Road in Brighton on Sunday afternoon. I'm just about to turn a corner, on to The Crescent. I'm thinking about dark matter.
Not a dark matter, but dark matter itself. What is it? I've been reading a book called Thirteen Things That Don't Make Sense. The first Thing is dark matter. There must be dark matter because of the rotational speeds of galaxies. The outer stars of galaxies rotate at the same speed as the inner ones, but they should rotate slower, according to the law of gravity. Unless dark matter permeates the galaxies.
Here on Jetty Road I'm just about to turn a corner. I'm with my mum, and Nostradamus is a little way ahead. It's half past four and very cold and we are heading home for a cup of tea. We are, temporarily, not talking. The void fills with dark matter. Suddenly I'm aware of what it is. I look down at the pavement. There it is in the cracks, black and peanutty. I look up. The sky is unusually high, and the clouds are expanding. I turn the corner. There is a church on my left. It is set further back than normal. A man comes out to have a look. He is dark grey and stout.
The colour of the sky is strange for the hour. It is the same colour as the air. The colour is water or steel with a trace of pink. We are now past the church. The houses have immensely high walls, with no windows. The trees on The Crescent stretch upwards and the gardens are planted with great spaces between the aloes and the palms.
It's everywhere.
Not a dark matter, but dark matter itself. What is it? I've been reading a book called Thirteen Things That Don't Make Sense. The first Thing is dark matter. There must be dark matter because of the rotational speeds of galaxies. The outer stars of galaxies rotate at the same speed as the inner ones, but they should rotate slower, according to the law of gravity. Unless dark matter permeates the galaxies.
Here on Jetty Road I'm just about to turn a corner. I'm with my mum, and Nostradamus is a little way ahead. It's half past four and very cold and we are heading home for a cup of tea. We are, temporarily, not talking. The void fills with dark matter. Suddenly I'm aware of what it is. I look down at the pavement. There it is in the cracks, black and peanutty. I look up. The sky is unusually high, and the clouds are expanding. I turn the corner. There is a church on my left. It is set further back than normal. A man comes out to have a look. He is dark grey and stout.
The colour of the sky is strange for the hour. It is the same colour as the air. The colour is water or steel with a trace of pink. We are now past the church. The houses have immensely high walls, with no windows. The trees on The Crescent stretch upwards and the gardens are planted with great spaces between the aloes and the palms.
It's everywhere.
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