Cinderella strikes again

Despite being retired I seem to be able to fill every waking hour with stuff and yet again I am reduced to grabbing a late picture. The clock idea came to me as I ran along the last dog walk, convinced that it would be 3 minutes to go. Although I had time for a really thoughtful picture, the title came to me so I decided to go with it .

On an earlier dog walk I was composing a piece, in my head, as I realised the last of the sun was cutting through the clouds and evening was falling. Taken with the fact that the street lights were on and throwing their chilly silver beams into the night sky, it became clear that summer is well and truly on its way. We missed out on the bank holiday sunshine and were left with over cast skies and a somewhat threatening wind.

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