Upon the open sea we are thrust and a dozen generations live like this; bobbing from one wave to the next, fishing the shallow waters and avoiding the deeps, finding the broken edifices of our giant world and taking shelter in their shadows. Always we are moving and by night, our navigators chart the stars and guide us from season to season. You are always there, little star. In fog, in cloud and in storm. Though there are many brighter, larger and brimming with colour, where you are dim and small and white, you are always there, while the other, fickle stars dance about from night to night, showing themselves when it is convenient for them. But you are always watching out for us, little star. Our people live by your guiding light.
Paddy Dobson
27th January 2021