Folklore has it:
Red sky at night, shepherd's delight.
Red sky in the morning, shepherd's warning.
As I returned home from watching the combine harvesters there was a grand display which promised fair for the next day.
Use of longer exposure times makes it appear as if there is much more light around on the other side of the road where this cottage nestles just outside the village.
Branches of a young elm tree are silhouetted against the darkening sky.
A wood pigeon surveys the fading landscape from a good vantage point.
The Street.
