A bun in the hand, the sun in the sky

Family visit ended with a picnic on the mountain. Whinberry buns went down well and the big weathered boulders provided good climbing/hiding opportunities.

Up here nothing changes much. The sea, the sky and the land remain in their age-old configuration as we come and go. 21 years ago  here we saw it all grow dark as the sun went black and the sheep ran for cover thinking night had fallen - and then it shone again and daylight  returned.  May it do so again, metaphorically speaking.

Another version of the same here (and I'm in it!)