The Moon is the Wrong Way Up

Looking at the WIG map, it’s clear that I’ve come rather a long way. That is also evident from the fact that it is still January but I am going a deep mahogany colour and that no one understands sarcasm here.

However, the thing that has really brought it home is the moon, which has contrived to be the wrong way up every single night so far. It’s currently a very thin crescent, sitting with the thickest part closest to the horion so that it looks like a luck-filled horseshoe. I am sure that the moon is not meant to look like this at any stage during its cycle.

I also don’t quite understand how I can tell it is the wrong way up. It’s the the sky, after all, and surely if I just lie 90degrees to either side I can make it right again. But somehow that doesn’t work. Maybe it’s because the stars look odd too? Orion dominates the sky over us, waving his sword, but I can’t see the Plough at all. Apparently it should be possible. I am less than convinced by this.

Seeing the sky so very different is rather disconcerting. I’ve never been one to look at it that much, but I’m pretty sure it’s wrong here. And sometimes that makes me feel a bit wrong too.

Thankfully, I then remember that if I were in England I wouldn’t be able to see the stars at all for clouds, and am happy.

P.S. Oh, and the light pollution is not much less here. There are still generally sod-all stars to see.