Setting up in the garden at 9.30pm yesterday, glancing up I was taken aback to see half a dozen bright lights overhead, sweeping west to east in follow-my-leader order at 20 degree separation. And they kept coming. I lost count. Their track was from Procyon, between Leo & Leo Minor, and away through Bootes. Ten minutes later they were still coming. Every light was brighter than any of the seven stars of the Plough. To think once we made a big thing of seeing the old Echo balloon satellite. Dear o dear, human’s ability to screw things up in innovative new ways knows no limit. It’s just as well we get old and die.