August 21st – My late commute homeward bound collided with the start of the golden hour, a sign that the nights are closing in now, although I was unusually late, so no need to panic yet, I guess. 

Passing the trees on the edge of Grange Farm near the Black Cock Bridge, the golden light fell through the edge land  and was magical.

After a dull, damp, uninspiring start to the day, a welcome dose of sunshine.

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