Dusky Tweed

Or Tweedy dusk, if you prefer. Taken from the train passing back across the bridge at Berwick, looking inland towards the hills of the Border country. There's an explanation for why the sky's reflection appears brighter than the sky itself, which I'm happy to say I have completely forgotten.

Another day at the interface, sited today in Gateshead for a bit of variety. Met up with a couple of retired colleagues for lunch - they're really enjoying that whole not-having-to-work thing. Hmmm.