It was the most perfect night. The sky at Dunkeld was dark and clear as we sat by the loch waiting to see Jupiter rise close to the moon. Soon they were both in alignment and reflected perfectly in the still water.
Our collies barked at the moon, apparently submerged deep in the loch. The air was still and the scent of blossom lingered in the warm night air. It was beautiful and the wonders of the night sky were as amazing as the beauties of the day.
Then I was aware of something drifting across the heavens. It was too slow for a plane and too deliberate for a shooting star. It was then we realised it was the International Space Station.