Rushing downstairs at just after midnight, my husband and I putting anoraks over our night clothes, running into the garden like a couple of excited children (we are both in our late fifties). “Look there’s one! Make a wish “, “where? are you sure? I didn’t see it!” “yes look there’s another” “ oh I don’t believe you, oh I yes look there, I see one” All in all between us we saw about 12 that night and can’t wait to go out and do it all over again on the 17th November, and count the shooting stars! Magical!