Diary; More things to do before I get old.

Friday..


It was remarkably easy to take off. Our Wallace & Gromit style automatic match-striking device worked a treat as it lit the tank of lighter fluid. Wally was a bit worried about our house & garden shrinking as we shot off up into the atmosphere, but I was too busy to explain about things getting smaller as you move away from them. 

 

It took an awfully long time to get into ACTUAL space. I managed to make three cups of tea and Wally ate fifteen doggy biscuits. Space was pretty weird. They say that in space, no one can hear you scream, but has anyone tried singing Land of Hope and Glory?

Earth looked tiny a blue from so far up. We switch on Wally's iPhone and googled Commander Chris Hadfield 

so that we could look at his photos and compare them to what we could see. He had worked on the International Space Station as a photographer and pop star and recently returned home. If anyone knew which direction to go in, it'd be Cmdr Chris!

We looked at the Isle of Wight. 



Being in space wasn't like I'd imagined. Floating got a bit annoying after a while because playing Twister was IMPOSSIBLE!! and when we had a go at Cluedo, the murder weapons kept disappearing. We decided to do a flypast of Venus and then head back home.

We were surprised to see Beardy Branson testing out the new Dreamliner. It looked as though he was giving someone a lift home, but we couldn't be sure.

We saw Saturn from a distance.
It was very beautiful.

Then we aimed our rocket nose towards the Wighty and settled back with a nice cup of tea and a slice of chocky cake.

to be continued....