There's a lot more satellites up there

For most kids, summer holidays meant the best things: hanging out with friends until the sun came down, playing video games non-stop, and travelling abroad. For us, it meant camping. Each year without fail we’d be dragged off to the middle of nowhere and stuck in a field for weeks on end (not fun for a hay fever sufferer). No internet, no TV, and no connection to the outside world. I honestly hated it, and the only thing that kept me sane was my Nintendo DS. As an adult, summer holidays aren’t as big as they used to be, and while I can appreciate those weeks disconnected from everything, I can’t retroactively say I enjoyed them. But there was one thing I liked from those trips: late nights spent watching the stars. In particular, I remember how my dad would always make a fuss about satellites. On the rare moments he’d spot one, he’d point it out and we’d be in silent awe of the dot slowly trailing through the night sky. It was one thing to read about them in science books, but to…