One of the things that I love most about living here is the incredible skies, especially in the evening sun.  With such wide, open vistas, with few buildings and trees to block any views, it means that we generally have a lot of sky to admire, and Mother Nature has put on some fine shows of late.

I’ve recently given up trying to get anything productive done in the evening.  Phone calls I’ve been meaning to make have had to take place in the day instead.  Once it reaches about 7.30 or 8 o’clock I can be found looking out the window, or perched on a rock down by the shore, watching something far better than any Hollywood director could come up with.

Each day is different.

Indeed, each minute is different, as the sun slowly makes its way behind the hills, and the clouds carry on their journeys.  Sometimes the clouds are white and fluffy (we call them Simpson’s clouds as they look like those in the cartoon), other times they’re darker streaks across the sky.  Recently, we’ve even had a few days and evenings where there’s not been a cloud in sight.

The sunlight glistens on the water, like a scattering of diamonds, and as the sun starts to set the colours begin to change, with the water and sky seeming to turn to fire.

It’s also a time of the day when everything appears that little bit quieter and calmer.  When I say quieter, perhaps what I actually mean is less human noise.  Last night the birds were singing their hearts out as I sat and watched the sunset from down at the shore.  I was also joined by 3 seals, whose deep watery sighs seemed to suggest they didn’t find me as much fun to watch as I did them.  Although they did keep coming on little swim pasts, presumably to see if I’d started a little tap dance routine that they could watch.