This is the first time since October that I have stood on the pier and taken a shot down the Kent estuary as the sun was setting. Ashmeadow House is hidden behind the wall and beech trees, their trunks reflecting in a pool on the mudflats.
The days are getting longer, after a very early start to get to a meeting in Penrith before 0900, I knocked off early to try and catch the sunset. There were no coloured fireworks today as the sun disappeared into cloud above the Hospice on Hampsfell, but the golden light was lovely for a few minutes.
There was still time to rush home, pick up Gus and go for a walk along the promenade to the woof trees and the rabbit field.
This was the best day of the year so far for us in Cumbria, though more rain is on the way, and the flooding is spreading in southern England. Let's hope for some relief soon.