Moonlight and bike lights on the undercliff.

A thirteen hour shift seems so much longer when you get to see the moon set, the sun come up, the sun go down and the moon come back up. And yet no chance to get my camera out! So I headed home via the undercliff and achingly cold digits, in search of a shot. When I got this (handheld), I may have done a little jig on the spot. Because it meant I could now go home to thaw my fingers, throw some dinner down my neck, and retire with a glass of Merlot. Happy days...