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23/03/2015 12:03 GMT | Updated 20/05/2015 06:59 BST

Eclipse: A Magical Moment Obscured by Bureaucracy.

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Photo by Rob Bruce

The view of the eclipse from Edinburgh's Arthur's Seat was magical. Many observers were ill-prepared without anything much to view it with but in the event, a partial veil of scudding clouds made it possible to see the crescent sun at its moment of occlusion. The sunshine dimmed to a twilight, the land was shadowed and chilly. The birds fell silent but watchers on the hillside let out a few ragged whoops.

As I watched, I felt so sorry for the children at my son's nearby High School that I could have wept. The school had ordered some eclipse glasses; there was a waiting list and those who had not produced payment a few weeks back were to be refused permission to go into the playground because of fears they would stare at the sun too long and damage their eyes.

I later discovered from friends on Facebook that across the city while many primary schools took children outdoors with viewing aids, many high schools did not, some letting the children watch on TV. It seemed a similar picture across Scotland, despite the fact the eclipse was closer to total here than south of the border.

How sad. An eclipse is a special thing; it's a moment to celebrate the great celestial coincidence that the sun is exactly 400 times the size of the moon and it's 400 times further away, creating the necessary conditions for the great blazing light to be eclipsed by a candle.

It's a powerful illustration of the lessons that science teachers try to instil using beach balls and tennis balls. Eclipses, surely, are so much more effective.

It seems to me that teenagers today inhabit - at least part of the time - a grim world of growing mental health problems; self-harm, pornography, drug use, drinking culture. Psychologically experiencing such a beautiful, natural, innocent spectacle can be powerful and enriching. These events can contribute towards a sense of perspective, a manifestation of what the world revolves around. A sense of awe, of wonder.

The artist Tracey Emin whose work constantly elides between the personal and the universal, tells of how she made an attempt to kill herself as a teenager by jumping from a bridge into a river. As she surfaced in the water, she looked into the starry dark sky above her, perhaps for the first time, and gained a new perspective.

That's the kind of moment an eclipse can provide. I have now seen four. I will cherish the memory of the one I saw in Edinburgh in 2015; also on Lewis in 2003 and Cornwall in 199.

I saw the first when I was a small child in 1973. I dimly remember a halt to school playtime and children passing slides around to view the eclipse through. We must have been told not to stare at the sun directly. We seemed to survive unscathed.

I wondered as I heard about young people being kept indoors during the 2015 eclipse, what has happened to our culture? What are we doing to our children? We say we wish to protect them but if child protection is not at heart about listening to and respecting children then it's just another form of abuse. It has been flagged up for months that children were going to be kept in during the eclipse. Where was the sensible guidance for schools and teachers?

We expend too much energy on making our children fearful of the world. What has happened to children now that we don't trust them to take any responsibility? Why not give them pinhole cameras in shoeboxes and tell them to use those? How many are going to stare at the sun? At what point does avoidance of risk cease to be rational? How will those pupils look back on that memory of the eclipse? It won't be something to cherish or something that aroused curiosity or wonder or began a lifetime of engagement with science; but a missed opportunity, spoiled by bureaucracy.