Gloaming

Dean Bridge offers wonderful vistas. Tonight the clouds looked like a marshmallow lid over the village.

Surprised I could take the shot as my blood pressure was so high from seeing a ridiculously self-indulgent piece of theatre. I was so glad to get up and out of the dark theatre, the gloom heavy with the sweet rotting stench of middle-class self-loathing and out into the lovely August gloaming.