The night sky is a long way from Tipperary

As a little girl, Emer Reynolds would lie on the grass of her uncle’s Tipperary farm, gaze up at the night sky in wonderment, catch her breath, and hold on to the earth.
By then already a self-confessed “space freak”, the eight-year-old knew the speed at which Earth was travelling, and the fact that it was a mere speck in the universe.