“Hold tight, this might be a bit, um, bumpy...” Rose heard the Doctor shout over the groaning roar of the TARDIS’ engines. She knew that if he was worried enough about the landing to warn her, it was going to be hard. Nodding her understanding she clutched at the control desk, grabbing it so hard her knuckles turned white...
Stuart Atkinson also maintains a personal webpage, where you’ll find links to his astro-poetry, as well as the science blog Cumbrian Sky, which focuses on the night sky and space exploration.
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