Buttery

Buttery-yellow sunset made me stop then go inside for camera and tea.  I'm glad I stopped when I did.  The gold soon turned to solid grey, then rain and, afterwards deep, dark apricot.  A moment gold then gone forever.

I'm getting so much pleasure from taking the time to sit on the seawall and savour the dying of the light whenever possible.  Another gift of last week's storm, but for it I would not be out in the garden at this time of year.  

More rocks moved - I'll blip them when it's done.