Pink above the glen

A long-awaited phone call from the States delayed us this afternoon as we were on the point of going out, and we worried that we might be caught by nightfall before we'd finished, but we were rewarded by this lovely pink cloud above the last light from the sun warming the hill above the farm in Glen Massan. 

The light may have looked warm, but there was a bitter wind blowing, even in the glen. However, it was still light enough to be comfortable on all but the last bit of road before the car - that bit that always catches us, where a huge tree-root has raised a great hill across our route ... not that I ever indulge in hyperbole ...