Yet another striking sunset, if not as striking as the one displayed the other night, and yet again I was racing to catch the light before it faded. One again, I grabbed a quick shot from the nearest meadow of the large pink and white cumulus drifting overhead. These were the most striking aspect of the sunset but alas I missed most of this:
Trotting round the margin of the more distant fields, the pink faded from the mounds of cumulus:
Then it reappeared as a large bank of rather higher cumulus drifted over:
After that, the light began fading pretty rapidly over the field of barley:
Until things dimmed to a pale sky with dramatic pink streaks out to the north-west:
Time to head home, the walk involving an encounter with two rather fine-looking foxes but there was too little light to photograph them. They spent a little time haring up and down a water-filled ditch trying to find a way across (everything is very soggy underfoot or actually flooded). The blackbird was still singing in the churchyard as I walked by, and some scuffling in the undergrowth close to home suggested either voles or shrews – at the moment, given the conditions, they’d better be water voles or water shrews…
