Going home

I pass this clump of trees (we called them 'tumps' where I grew up) almost every day and for the last couple of years I've been saying to myself, "I must stop and get a photograph when the light is right". Well, it was this evening as I drove home, but the sun was sinking so fast that I had to screech to a halt in the nearest pull-in and run back down the road to get a decent shot. I think it had been better a little earlier - perhaps I need to stake it out half an hour earlier one day.