We had some pretty spectacular sunsets when we were living in the cottage.
We would look out over open fields of crops and watch the sun disappear behind a single tree and the outline of the farmhouse half a mile across the way.
Obviously the landscape here in the marina is totally different.
The fields opposite have sheep in them, and the farmer herds them up in his Toyota truck even though he has two sheep dogs to do the job.
Instead of a road separating us, we have the river, and apart from the bleating of these woolly four-legged clouds, there is little noise here.
A couple of nights ago Hubby tried to take some pictures of the night sky in silhouette but it was too dark and all he got were the blobs of light from the pontoon bollards.
We walked Maggie earlier last night (9.45) and I took these pictures across both basins.