
It is human nature to superimpose human characteristics onto the world around us (it’s why cars can talk to us and misshapen marshmallows can look like your Uncle Barry), so let’s anthropomorphise the space programme for a moment.
There was its conception in early 20th century (a screaming, loud, often messy affair). There were the baby years (it fell over a lot) of the Second World War as folks like Werner von Braun tried to turn rockets into weapons. Then came the toddler years (frantic, shouty and everything done at full pelt) of the Apollo era and the space race.
Recently though, the space programme has had to grow up. Trying to find its own way in a recessionary world, it has struggled to do big things on smaller budgets. But why struggle to do a few big things when you can do many small things?










