We’re no astronomers but we do know that most nights the West Country sky puts on a show so dramatic, it won’t let you sleep. Shooting stars perform operatic dives, arcs and surges that would make Blondin gasp. At times, it’s like a phosphorescent flea circus in outer space. A book told us that these meteorites travel at thousands of miles an hour and ignite as they hit the atmosphere 30-80 miles up, then like a true hero, they die.
Depending on where your cottage is, you might spot an early performance from bed, although it’s best to lie flat on the turf, sand or deck, let your eyes adapt to the dark and stare the damsels out.