Just in time to blip the sunset after getting back from Shropshire.I had taken a camera with me knowing I would be late back and wanting a blip.However a stack of pallets fell onto Neils van and in the commotion I forgot all about it.
A lot about the Lunar Eclipse last night and the first verse of the poem tells how I managed to see it.Weather very good.

Sad Steps - Philip Larkin
Groping back to bed after a piss
I part thick curtains, and am startled by
The rapid clouds, the moon's cleanliness. 

Four o'clock: wedge-shadowed gardens lie
Under a cavernous, a wind-picked sky.
There's something laughable about this,

The way the moon dashes through clouds that blow
Loosely as cannon-smoke to stand apart
(Stone-coloured light sharpening the roofs below)

High and preposterous and separate -
Lozenge of love!  Medallion of art!
O wolves of memory!  Immensements!  No,

One shivers slightly, looking up there.
The hardness and brightness and the plain
Far-reaching singleness of that wide stare

Is a reminder of the strength and pain
Of being young; that it can't come again,
But is for others undiminished somewhere.