On Saturday morning, head full of vague thoughts about my impending last-minute grocery shop, I noticed a soft rose-pink glow suffusing the pearly grey clouds in the south-east. As I drove through Lyme Regis, I saw the midwinter sun rising over the sea - a dark pink segment balanced on the horizon. A few minutes later, it had slipped behind the clouds again and all was grey.
You can see why people take such things as a portent of good things to come in the darkest days of winter.

24/12/07 @ 17:39