I like nothing better at the end of a summer’s day to be able to kick back on the veranda and watch the sun go down.  I’ve been reading up on photography at the edges of the day and last night was a perfect night to get out the tripod and put in a little practice.   Instead I was dragging along a couple of recalcitrant basset hounds along the back lane in an effort to keep their exercise regime (and mine) up to scratch.  It didn’t stop the sunset being a blaze of fire and glory and we managed to catch the best of the view before it dipped behind the hill and we turned for home.