A sunset touch

Quoting Browning again - but this wonderfully unexpected sunset glow demanded a poetic touch. I noticed the reflection of the pink and gold light in the glass of a picture on the wall in what I thought had become a grey, quiet evening, and popped outside to take a last photo before giving up for the day.

A calming sort of day, despite my irritation with the newspaper coverage of yesterday's march - clearly editors cannot resist the temptation to distort for the sake of a headline. In this case it was the temptation to crop a photo in such a way that a small crop of Union flags took up as much space in the frame as the saltires that were such a feature of the day, or the  attraction of suggesting that the Nazi salutes and shouting of a handful of unhappy-looking men in some way "gatecrashed" and "ruined" the day. All utter nonsense, ensuring that I shall look with a sceptical eye at the reporting in even the paper I subscribe to on a Sunday ...

But we spent the second half of the afternoon in our favourite Benmore Gardens, where we saw a scampering red squirrel, talked to a delightful young couple climbing to the viewpoint and exclaiming about the peacefulness, and sat in the sun listening to birdsong when we should have been going home for our dinner. 

My extra photo is of a marvellously unexpected magnolia in the forest - it contrasts so remarkably with the dark greens of its surroundings.