It was a frequent and rather sinister feature of my childhood: Sunday afternoon drives around the Cheshire lanes. Always winter. Flat fields empty of their dairy herds. Neat hedges and the metal railed fences typical of this county. Then the sudden glimpse of it – the great grey dish in the sky: the disturbing scaffold-like armature that held it aloft – sometimes the dish tilted one way; other times in quite another position. So that the first sight of it across the flatlands would always be a shock to the system. Science Fiction in action then. Scenes I remember only in black and white.
But if the sight of it aroused feelings of vague anxiety, as a five-year-old I was also quick to register the awe and excitement in my parents’ voices. It might be worrying to me but, I concluded, this monstrous machine was clearly ‘a good thing’.
This, the Jodrell Bank steerable radio telescope, had only just been completed. It was the largest in the world back in 1957 – the dish 250 feet (76 metres) in diameter. Sir Bernard Lovell – a radio astronomer at Manchester University – was its creator. He had worked on the development of radar during World War 2, and now wanted to study cosmic rays. The gun turret parts of two British warships were apparently re-purposed to drive the telescope.
It became operational in time for the launch of Sputnik 1 in October 1957. This was the world’s first artificial satellite launched by the Soviet Union. My parents were very excited about this too. While Jodrell Bank tracked the path of Sputnik’s booster rockets, my parents were staying up into the small hours, standing in the garden of Love Lane House, Sputnik spotting. They saw it too, and got their names in the local paper. Whizzy spinning sputniks on strings were, for some time to come, the toys to have. I received several. Cardboard ones came free in Cornflakes packets. In fact Sputnik was a frequently uttered word in our house. Perhaps it’s what predisposed me to want to learn Russian a decade later.
In 1966 the Soviet Union actually asked Jodrell Bank to track their Luna 9 moon lander spacecraft. Thus it would seem that the Cold War had its lukewarm moments, although relations were not so well fostered afterwards when the British Press got hold of, and published the Jodrell Bank photos ahead of the Russians giving their permission.
Later, in concert with US surveillance, the telescope was used to monitor Soviet spy satellites. And yes, in between spying activities, there was also some serious scientific research – time spent observing those esoteric out-of-space entities – pulsars, quasars and gravitational lenses. And please expect no further explanations of these matters. My studied viewings of the TV programmes by the very excellent theoretical physicist Professor Jim Al-Kalili have left no residue of knowledge in my brain cells, or at least none that I am aware of.
Today, the Lovell telescope has been joined by several others on the site – all part of Manchester University’s Jodrell Bank Centre of Astrophysics. It has a visitor centre, and all manner of exciting things going on there. This photo, by the way, was captured by chance last year when I happened to look out of the window of the Manchester to Crewe train. A veritable blast from the past then, but this time in full colour. I still find it worrying though – that great grey dish eavesdropping on space.
And before I go, there’s also a literary connection with Jodrell Bank. As a pre-teen I was a huge fan of Cheshire children’s writer Alan Garner, and in particular of his 1960s titles The Weirdstone of Brisingamen and its sequel The Moon of Gomrath. Garner didn’t think much of the first book, and it was only in 2012 that the third volume of the originally planned trilogy was published. But then Boneland is not for children. It is a fusion of science, prehistory, fantasy and psychotherapy whereby Colin of the first two books is now a professor at Jodrell Bank, trying to resolve the loss of his twin, Susan, and the loss of his memory. It’s a haunting work with many layers. Perhaps, like me, Alan Garner found Lovell’s Telescope a disturbing sight on the Cheshire Plain, raising more questions than the ones it was intended to answer.
copyright 2016 Tish Farrell
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I remember liking Brisingamen, based around Alderley Edge I think. Added to the magic of that area as a kid 🙂
Yep, you’ve got the setting 🙂
We (Mum, Dad, me and my sister) did the same thing in the old Mk1 Ford Consul. I remember seeing it partially completed and thinking it rather ominous – Dad told me it was a radio telescope but that was beyond my comprehension – how do you look through one of those. I think we used picnic along Bomish Lane: http://tinyurl.com/z69xax8
Thanks for the memories Tish.
We had a Ford Consul too. The an Austin Cambridge – both grey. Maybe we passed along the lanes. Now that would be very Alan Garnerish. Thanks for the link. We picnic-ed in such spots too.
It does look sinister and your photo captures that. But the field of telos copy is very untrusting. I wrote a blog piece on Pages that I’ll try to attach.
I mean interesting
Look forward to more info.
OK, it’s Fields of Dreams. https://bumbastories.wordpress.com/2016/07/28/fields-of-dream/
Yes, you did. I think I remember that train travel into your past from an earlier post. Eavesdropping on the sky in a huge diameter 😀 Impressive contribution from you Tish. Thank you 🙂
love the post!
Thank you, Klara.
Good heavens! Literally in this case, Tish. 🙂 🙂 Extraordinary recollections. I think most of this went over my head at the time. Oops, unintended pun!
Had to jog it a bit – the memory that is 🙂
Oh, well done, Tish…..excellent response to Paula’s challenge. I recall being mystified by radio communication dishes at Goonhilly Downs as a kid….presumably similar structures
I think they are intrinsically mysterious. And of course they do have ulterior motives other than the purely scientific…
Absolutely…
The fact that you shot this from the train is perfect; the movement captures that otherworldly-ness (I’m sure that’s a word) of the telescope. When I was a kid, our Sunday drives (in a blue Vauxhall Victor I think) sometimes took in NZ’s first Satellite Station at Warkworth. I found the huge white dish, upturned to the heavens, a little sinister. These days of course the technology is obsolete, and one of the dishes has been leased to a university for use as a radio telescope.
Oddly we found a Timewatch BBC prog on Jodrell Bank on i-Player this evening. It was made last year. One of the amazing things about the Lovell telescope is that it’s still enabling cutting edge science after all these decades. So much to discover out there beyond our universe.
Tish, what a great read. The story is very interesting, and your childhood recall is impressive and detailed. I felt like I was you. Thank you for a wonderful post. -Jennie-
Cheers, Jennie. Thanks for reading.
You are welcome!
What interesting reflections. You have recounted your childhood impressions very well.
I love your autobiographical pieces: they are always much more than personal
Many thanks, Meg. It may be a product of fragmented brain capacity 🙂
Never!
I bet this was a very creepy place for you five year old eyes. An excellent piece Tish, but I confess to being a total science numbskull.
After I’d written the piece, and then later quite by chance seen the i-Player Timewatch prog on Jodrell Bank – I discovered that pulsars were the left over remains of exploded stars p pulsing out their last energy like flashing lighthouses. Now that I think I grasped.
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You are welcome Tish
You are welcome Tish.
Can you believe I lived in Chester from ’69 to ’79 and never saw Jodrell Bank let alone visited it?
Girls, Guitars and Grunhalle lager held more appeal!
I would love the chance to visit now though.
Don’t have any recollections of Sputnik, but a fair few of Apollo 11.
Lovely read.
Your UK bucket list is growing…
Great post, really. As a science numbskull, I could connect your interesting read with articles I heard or studied in those years….Thanks so much for sharing, Tish!
You nailed the challenge through and through 🙂 Fascinating stuff Tish. Hadn’t heard of the Jordell bank telescope or Alan Garner. Thanks for sharing.
nice…
Your mention of Sputnik gave me a smile, Tish. As a very young boy, my neighbor — and BFF — and I begged our parents to let us watch Sputnik as it passed. They agreed and we watched the sky, from a blanket on the lawn, as our parents watched us from their chairs on the porch. I think Jordell Bank had better luck.
That’s a lovely story, John. Thank you.
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Many thanks for the reblog, Vikas. Much appreciated.
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