Saturday 10 April 2010. 8pm. Road between Lee Abbey & Woody Bay.
Sunday 11 April 2010. 8.05pm. Bossington Hill.
On Saturday night the sunset was so pink and so hazy that were the shrubbery not so English at first glance that photograph could be (to my untrained eye perhaps) be mistaken for an asian sky.
On Sunday the light was back to it’s usual English self. Orange and yellow. So we sat and ate chips on a windswept bench at the top of Bossington Hill, overlooking Porlock, with Wales on the horizon, watching the sun literally squash and dip behind the horizon.
And the drove home slowly in the gathering dark, one of my favourite times of day, as the lambs and sheep call to each other and the birds settle down for the night. Back to the house, back to quinoa salad and cold trout and a peaceful evening watching the golf.