I suppose I miss the stars. We were just in the garden, as we have been the last few days, and I looked up. I realised, with shock, that I couldn’t see the stars. The light pollution is too great. Back up north, I could see them – on campus, looking up of a night, you could see a beautiful blanket of stars. One night in my undergraduate year I pointed out the plough to charlotte as she pushed me home, so that whenever we saw that constellation we would remember each other and that time – she said it looked like a kite. Yet no constellations are visible down here in london; they’ve been blocked out by all the street lights. Looking up, only four of five stars can be seen,, and I can’t help feeling a loss.