A couple of days ago I witnessed one of the most stunningly beautiful things I think I’ll ever see. John and I were heading home through Tangier. It had been a long day: we had taken the train up from Casablanca, and were aiming to get the ferry back to Spain that evening. John had already pushed me from the train station, and we were heading along the seafront. Evening was falling, and there was a warm, brilliant glow in the sky. Nearing the end of our walk, John suddenly pointed out the moon to me, and my jaw dropped. It was a stunning sight: the moon seemed bigger and brighter than usual, and appeared to be rising faster in the sky. I’m not sure whether it was because of where we were geographically, or the time of year, but the moon was getting higher and higher in the sky as we watched. I had never seen anything like it; it was phenomenal. John looked it up using his phone and said it could be a supermoon, but whatever it’s cause it was a sight I will never forget.