Flicking a switch, I stared in awe as the massive dome began to rotate with a low rumble.
The telescope tilted smoothly, locking onto the moon.
“Wow,” I breathed, pressing my eye to the lens.
The moon was no longer a distant white blob.
Craters, ridges and delicate shadow lines appeared in crisp detail – closer than I’d ever imagined.
“It looks close enough to touch,” I said, stepping aside so my partner,
Richard, 40, could look.
“Wow,” he whispered, just as mesmerised.
It was March 2015, and Richard and I were living in Roxby Downs, SA, both working as surveyors at an underground mine.
We’d always loved stargazing, something we’d taken up as kids, but nothing compared to this.
A few weeks earlier, while driving through nearby Woomera, about…
