You may
live next door to one and not even realize it.
It is
possible you have put those late night noises down to cats playing in the
backyard, or maybe caught a glimpse of a furtive, well wrapped-up figure
lurking in the shadows at some ridiculous time of night. Assuming you didn’t
call the police you have probably gone to sleep none the wiser as to the true
nature of this elusive figure.
If so, it
is quite likely that you share your street with an amateur astronomer.
People who
pursue this most esoteric yet rewarding of hobbies are dedicated, curious (in
both senses of the word) and scientifically literate individuals who get an
uncommon satisfaction from observing or photographing the night sky.
Almost
everyone has a casual interest in the stars, it is virtually impossible to be
outside on a clear dark night and not glance up at the sky and wonder what you
are looking at. Many people can probably identify a couple of constellations,
maybe the Plough/Big Dipper (the name depends on which side of the Atlantic you call home) or majestic Orion, his glowing
sword hanging down from his belt. Unfortunately this is probably as far as they
take it, realizing that more detailed familiarity with the cosmos calls for
spending long, often cold hours outside in the dark and even, heaven forbid,
reading some books with quite long words in them!
For those
who do take this hobby to a more serious level the rewards are seldom
financial. In fact the costs of equipment can rapidly spiral to literally
astronomical levels, once so called ‘aperture fever’ (the urge for ever larger
telescopes) takes hold there is no potential end in sight. It is however
possible to enjoy the night sky without selling your wife/house/Ferrari,
although it has to be said the latter two are entirely superfluous once you
have your eye glued to a telescope in the hunt for some faint nebula or galaxy.
A wife is of course completely indispensible, who else is going to bring you
cups of tea at 2 am when your toes have turned into ice cubes and you dare not
head indoors for fear of ruining your dark adaptation?
(I realize
that I am making some hideously un-politically correct and possibly
misogynistic assumptions here but I think it is true to say that men outnumber
women in the world of amateur astronomy by probably ten to one – I have no
theory as to why this is, I think it may ultimately boil down to a ‘boys and
their toys’ love of gadgets but I stand to be proven wrong.)
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This is clearly Photoshopped or else taken from the brain of an amateur astronomer while they slept |
So why do
I number myself amongst this small band of antisocial individuals?
Ever since
childhood I have had a fascination with optical instruments of all types,
doubtless due in part to having a father who made spectacle lenses for a living,
but also I think because I was born just in time to witness the first moon
landings – I have very distinct memories of watching the early black and white
shots of astronauts descending the ladder to set foot on that alien world.
Early
experiments with discarded lenses and toilet roll tubes were less than
spectacular successes but nonetheless proved that a telescope of some sort was
required. When I was about 15 I procured a copy of a small book written by a
gentleman called Reg Spry (a friend of Patrick Moore) called ‘How to build your
own telescope’. This was a revelation, I saved up my cash and purchased a 6”
mirror from David Hinds, a well respected UK manufacturer. With the addition
of a couple of four foot long planks of wood, some plastic parcel binding strip
and the drive shaft of an old Ford Escort I soon became the proud owner of a
Newtonian reflector.
Optically
it was superb, unfortunately the hardest part of observing anything now became
the challenge of actually locating it in the eyepiece. Even at low powers the
field of view of a telescope is miniscule, it is like trying to aim a rifle at
a full stop about half a mile away. This, coupled with the light pollution that
came with living in a big city in the UK meant I was mostly restricted to
the moon and planets as targets. Nonetheless I persevered and was sometimes rewarded
with a glimpse of a faint distant object in the eyepiece. This would of course
necessitate my mother being called outside for a look, since she was not the
dedicated geek I had become by this stage she would usually oblige by quickly
running outside for a look before returning to the warmth and comfort of the
house. Astronomy in the UK ,
especially in the winter, can be a chilly experience!
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The archetypal amateur astronomer, the amazing Sir Patrick Moore |
Last year
I was fortunate enough to move to the USA ,
California to
be specific, and as you can imagine the weather conditions here are ever so
slightly more conducive to the pursuit of my hobby. Not only are the
temperatures much higher on average but that bane of the astronomer, namely the
cloud, is far less in evidence. Astronomy is one outdoor hobby which is utterly
impossible to pursue, no matter how high the dedication of the individual, once
a bank of thick low cloud rolls in for the night. I lost count of the number of
lunar eclipses or meteor showers which I had no chance whatsoever of seeing due
to inclement meteorological conditions.
So why
have I stuck at it all these years?
Partly it
is the thrill of actually seeing with your own eyes something which many people
may have read about or even seen a photograph of – maybe the rings of Saturn or
a bright nebula.
Partly it
is the intellectual satisfaction of realizing that the photon of light which
has just entered your eyeball has been travelling, in some cases, for literally
millions of years – in fact the thing that you are ‘seeing’ may no longer
exist.
But ultimately
I think it is because astronomy, like no other science or hobby, gives you a
true perspective on how small and insignificant we are in the cosmic scheme of
things, and while you are at the eyepiece straining to catch a glimpse of some
desperately faint gas cloud, or gazing in awe at the cloud belts of Jupiter,
the petty squabbles of the human race and the stresses and strains of daily
life vanish from your mind, if only temporarily, as you float out there in
space next to the stars.