When I was at school, I ran the astronomy club. We had quite a little gang, and had our sights on the 1999 eclipse (which was like 20+ years away). We all stayed in touch for a few years, then with about 3 years left on the count-down I block-booked a small hotel in Cornwall for a week and filled it with the club members (and their hanger-ons) not yet fallen by the wayside, and the rest to friends and family.
Meanwhile, my circumstances changed (Jean!) and I couldn't go for the whole week, and I knew it would be no good trying to get into Cornwall on the day. I had to let it go, so they had a Black Hole Convention without Black Hole! I got a bit of ribbing for that.
However, I could be free on the actual day. I entered a ballot in the newspaper (Mail?) for places on a chartered ship sailing from Southampton into the eclipse track south of the Isle of Wight. The weather predictions were already iffy, but being on a ship meant some manoeuvrability to find the best seeing. I set out with a friend in the middle of the night to get to the early morning sailing, and by picking the best frames from some low-res video (as it was in those days) I constructed this:
Meanwhile, in Cornwall, it was raining.
You'll have to add that story to the 1999 one.
I'm dubious, but what the hell (and it might be useful to somebody):
As some will know, I was carer for Jean when she was suffering from Alzheimer's. She only liked outings, so we were out every day on outings (seasides being the best, with flat walking, public loos, and cafes). We were in Burnham, she was having a paddy, and what you can't do with vulnerable people (including children) is just walk away and leave them to it. At times, she had to be controlled like a child. A passing patrol car spotted what they regarded as an affray, took Jean into protection and me under arrest (which is just an administrative thing, you're not actually clapped in irons and dragged to the police cells unless that's warranted by circumstances).
I went home to wait and see what happened, and got Jean's social worker in on it (nice chap, very sympathetic to my problems and even willing to come for a pint when needed). Meanwhile, the Burnham police were unable to cope with Jean, and unable to find a care placement, so before the end of the day they were begging me to go and collect her (which I did).
However, the arrest had not gone away. A few days later, despite the social worker pleading on my behalf, I was called in to be charged with (IIRC) assault. The sergeant said he was unable to disregard the witness accounts of his patrol officers (I think there was far less understanding of mental conditions in those days), and said I had a choice to accept a police caution or face a magistrate. I didn't know whether the particular magistrate I came before would have an enlightened view, and anyway it would drag on and have implications on my caring availability, so I just accepted the caution.
All a very annoying storm in a tea cup. I have no idea whether my police record is still on file, or whether it has ever affected anything, but I have never had the need to test that.