Last night, many of conference’s reps took time out from drinking and singing in the Glee Club to watch the lunar eclipse. At least two of us recalled other times we’d seen them. For me, it was more than twenty years ago as a cub scout standing outside Tenbury Wells High School where we used to meet, before we moved on to a purpose built scout hut next to the swimming baths. Back then we still wore shorts, socks with bands of elastic holding them up, neckerchiefs, woggles. I don’t suppose anyone would be surprised to hear I had an armful of badges. The representative next said the last time he’d seen a lunar eclipse, he’d been on the banks of the Amazon. Slightly more exotic.

I did try to take a photo of the moon, but armed only with my cameraphone, that was unsurprisingly ineffective. So, I took a picture of people watching the moon instead.