Sunshine on fresh laundry

Today the sun broke through and was surprisingly warm.  There was fresh steam rising from every surface it touched; and when my black jeans came out of the wash and onto the line it was like a plume of smoke.

In the afternoon I took another walk up Larkhill as the sun was going down, the sky to the west was clear of clouds, so there wasn't going to be a sunset to match those earlier in the week.  However, the cloud of condensation from Didcot's gas-fired power station was caught by the late sun, to bookend the morning heat.  (Extra photo.)

The iconic cooling towers of the old Didcot coal-fired power station have now gone.  Progress I guess!