Joining North Cross Street, it was obvious that the golden time was imminent. The question in my mind was would it be gone by the time I reached the waterfront? It might be called the Golden Hour – but it doesn’t last that long. Plus the sky has to be right.
The bright band low in the background is the edge of the cloud bank. Luckily this yacht just happened to be passing just as I got in to position.
Every time I take a few days off and resume my regular walks, I know the town isn’t that different from the last time I walked, but every time it feels like I am renewing my acquaintance. It was a bit like that this morning.
As usual, when I woke up I really didn’t feel like getting up, but I was glad that I did. Even with the rain (there wasn’t much) it was very pleasant.