Lovely end to the day

In my childhood pressed tongue was always present at teatime at Christmas amongst other meats. I went to the butchers this morning to buy 2 - I forgot how heavy they could be until I was carrying them back up the hill!  They are now boiling away in a pot of stock. I could have blipped the alien looking tongues, but they are rather creepy! Instead I spotted this beautiful sunset over the fields with the tiny sliver of moon just above the clouds - a rather more pleasant scene!