All that glisters is not gold;

Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
(The Merchant of Venice; Act II - Scene VII)

A setting sun over the harbour at Pettycur Bay. Don't let the sunshine fool you, it was bloody freezing. To sing us out here's Spandau Ballet.