You Gotta Dig That Sunset

Today I had to cope with a tumultuous event - getting my hair cut. I hate getting my hair cut with a passion - it's that sitting in front of a mirror, usually under an entirely unflattering light, staring at your own reflection whilst admonishing yourself for not getting your hair cut sooner because you look like a bit of a berk and trying to hold a polite but stilted conversation with the barber. In my case I suddenly realised my current hairstyle looked like a very poor man's (some might say destitute) Michael Bolton mid-90's full thrown mullet (my brother had started calling it "the nest" - cheers bro!) but with a rapidly greying beard - i.e not a good look! So I decided to get it all shaved off - which did surprise the barber somewhat - but I felt in need of a big change. Now I have more hair on my face than my head but I definitely feel more streamlined! :-)
The rest of the day was spent recovering from my hair based tumult until I had to pick my brother up from the station in the evening and we headed to The Red Bull at Eccles for our Friday night pint. 
Today's shot was taken when we decided on an impromptu stop at Burham on the way home to capture a blip before the light faded entirely. This image was captured from the graveyard of Burham's very atmospheric church looking out across the neighbouring valley just as the sunset had started to dissipate. I like the slightly incongruous inclusion of the mechanical digger as it adds a different element. A metaphorical beauty and the beast! :-)
It was then time for home, 'shove it in the oven' food, wine, good telly and our usual FNKD (Friday Night Kitchen Disco). Hurrah!