Long shadows of our evening years

The forecasters got it wrong again! A very wet, chilly morning unexpectedly turned into a beautiful sunny afternoon.

So, after an indoor day of paperwork and domestic stuff, we had a short stroll around the lanes near near Chirnside. As we walked, Mr M was waxing lyrical about the "long shadows of our evening years". Thought he was quoting someone famous, but it seems he made it up himself.

Personally I reckon that I'm at roughly the afternoon-tea-time of life, never mind the evening years...