On the fortieth anniversary of the Apollo 11 moon landing, it was fitting that we should be able to watch the International Space Station - 220 miles up - as it traversed across our bit of the planet last night.
We went into the paddock at 10.30pm and watched and waited. It was due to arrive within our sight at 10.35pm. At precisely that time I remarked on the beauty of the Northern sky and decided to take a picture of it regardless of the Space Station. Seconds later we saw it - and when I looked at my photograph I am sure that the light you see is the Space Station. It moved silently across from North to South and then it was gone.
At present there are thirteen astronauts on the station, six men and one woman having arrived last week on the Shuttle Endeavour. It seems that yesterday was spent repairing the nineteen million dollar lavatory (sorry, waste and hygiene compartment) which had malfunctioned.
Mission Control at Houston sent them a radio message which said they needed to put an "out of service" message on the door.
We almost take space travel forgranted these days - that this machine should orbit the earth does not seem all that amazing any more. Maybe it is time we tried to put a man on Mars.
The other photograph is of the original mission control for the moon landing forty years ago. I visited the space centre at Houston last year. Does it all look terribly old-fashioned?