What looks like a scratch in the middle of the picture is the new moon. Driving from our house in the Charente, in order to pick up the dog's passport (and take it back again, within 24 hours), I'd stopped at an aire, around, I think, 4.00 am. I'd had the moon on my right for a good half hour, sparkling freshly in the eastern sky. It was a good companion. 'God's fingernail" was the description of a new moon in a day time sky made by Dad to Mum a thousand years ago, somewhere in Wales.