I kept my trembling hands cupped around the disassembled switch block and muttered a silent prayer.
There was a tiny little spring that wasn’t seated quite right, and the gentle coaxing with a small knife blade was going to have it either return it to its correct position or flick into hyperspace at approximately the speed of sound and disappear into the dust, rock and vegetation that surrounded us.
Without that spring in its correct position, I had a problem.
The radio telescope at Narrabri was a good excuse for a great day trip.