So much for Geminidis. I spent approximately one minute looking up at the sky but it was too cold so I gave up and went to bed. What did I expect, I haven't even got a telescope? The gap between whimsy and reality remains as vast as ever.
The only time I've ever seen falling stars was a Glastonbury in 1978. Lying flat on my back outside the tent, with my boy friend; staring up into they sky, listening to music floating up from the Pyramid stage (it was quite a small festival back then) and watching stars slide across the galaxy floor above my head. A little slice of heaven.