I shall be, by twilight's last gleaming, slightly wasted and sitting in my garden. At some point I shall lift my glass towards the moon and toasting three geezers who made even Jimbo look like a shut in when it came to their road trip. Cheers Apollo 11!
I too, shall pop out and raise a glass, this past week on nights 'neither with a suitable camera' at least two nights looking S/W I have seen the reddest moon I can ever remember. awsome!
