|Geomag was assembled, and we all went to sleep at about 2:15.
The next morning there came a gargantuan breakfast, and at about 2:30, being a pleasantly after-breakfast sort of an hour, I started cycling back.
The road at Papworth has been rerouted since Google Maps mapped it, so I got rather lost and ended up cycling through the undulating village twice before heading off to Elmsworth across a field. As I reached the brow of a hill, a strange sight caught my eye; it was the first Sunday in the month, and the East Anglia Rocketry Society was having its monthly launch day.
|Up they go ...||And down they come ...||Some faster than others|
These are quite high-powered rockets and about six feet long. Leaving the pad with a splendid whoosh of engine and crackle of tormented air, they get up to about 2500 feet in a few seconds, before deploying a parachute and drifting half a mile down-wind. Fortunately the launch is from the middle of a 1600-acre arable farm, and at this time of year pink parachutes are quite visible against the stubble.