Also one hell of a piece of engineering! On the radio news this morning they were talking about temperatures of hundreds of degrees on the heat shield through which this telescope peeks.
ESA and NASA's Solar Orbiter probe has sent back images showing omnipresent miniature solar flares near the surface of the Sun, dubbed "campfires" by astroboffins. Those remembering lava-like marshmallows, singed eyebrows, midges and dispiriting tent-based holidays will need to think bigger; these "campfires" were snapped in …
I've just had a "virtual Cub Camp" on Zoom with my son and his Cubs pack, one part of which was the traditional sing-song, led partly by the leaders and partly by the Sixers. (My son acquitted himself well with Alice the Camel; the other kids clearly hadn't learnt their songs though.) But no Ging Gang Goolie, unfortunately. I don't know whether it's the "goolie" part which makes it unfashionable.
(I was up for leading "He jumped without a parachute", but they never asked the parents. Which was a shame. OTOH I suppose it stops a pissed-up parent rolling out a Macc Lads song or something like that, so fair play.)
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