So I happen to look over my right shoulder, out of the window and see that the garden is glowing. Like someone’s shining a giant red spot light on the world.
I slipped my shoes on, grabbed my camera and ran out of the front door. All it took was a matter of seconds, it was totally instinctive.
As I headed down the road, everything was bathed in soft red light. I’d never seen anything like it.
On the horizon I could see that just as the sun was in it’s final few minutes of setting, the giant cloud bank that had been soaking us for hours had moved inland enough to act like a giant reflector so that all the light and colour of the sunset was bounced back down to earth.
I accept that photographs can often make a scene look far more dramatic than the actual event but in this case it really was quite magical.