Another sunset

I know they come round every twenty four hours but they don't always look like this and it was at the end of a day of child minding Andrew for an hour or so and several hours working in the garden in anticipation of the rain that's due to arrive on Sunday. Although I though a red sky at night meant a shepherd was guaranteed to be delighted – or is it a sailor? –  I'm sure there must be a happy one or other of them out there somewhere.

No, I've no idea what it is all about either. Perhaps this lot do...