I REMEMBER when my brother and I were growing up around here, if there was the chance to see a meteorite shower, or Mars with the naked eye, or a lunar eclipse, we would go out into the garden that evening and look out for it.

Sometimes my mum would make hot chocolate and we'd sit out for ages. Ages. But it always felt really exciting.

Being outside at night felt illicit – a bit grown-up. We'd see hedgehogs and bats and notice cloud patterns that we would have never have seen if we were inside watching Bread.

Not that we didn't do that too.

When I spent 13 years in London I never did anything like that.

Firstly, the light pollution would affect these kinds of special natural events, and secondly, in my 20s and early 30s, my work was all-consuming, and trying to slot in a social life, working out and scavenging a few scraps of time to myself around it, was enough of a precarious balancing act.

I left London a year ago and have felt that return to wanting to appreciate the natural world more. So I'm excited about this Sunday's “super-moon”. The term seems to be bandied about a lot and is held accountable for all sorts of old wives’ tales, but there is no denying it's a beautiful sight and feels a little bit awesome.

Because the moon doesn't circle us in a perfect spherical orbit but in an ellipse, “super moons” occur when the moon is closer to the earth than normal, and so appears bigger and brighter.

This weekend's “super-moon” will be the biggest this year.

So, unless the clouds draw their villainy across the sky, I'm going to sit out for a while this Sunday night and maybe even make some hot chocolate.

And I won't be missing Dragon's Den anyway because I've got it on series link.