Do you know just how painful tarmac can be for bare feet? Any how, I made it to the steep road which leads up from the city and intersects our road, limped into the middle and took this picture. Cars drove past at ridiculous speeds, it must be said, and heads turned to see the wild-looking woman in old gardening clothes (including, I'm ashamed to say, the most disgraceful shorts). Hopefully, I wasn't recognisable with a large camera pressed to my face.
I always moan about the various overhead electricity and telephone cables and how they spoil pictures but then I noticed the interesting and intricate patterns they made against the glorious sky.
And then, within the space of about five minutes, the pink afterglow fled, the evening blue descended and I limped home.