Midnight walk

Last night - this morning, really - it was so balmy that we went for a walk. It was almost midnight by the time we got down to Toward, having decided that it'd be risky walking along a road in the dark. It wasn't as dark as it might have been; I'd had no idea until we started that there was such a wonderful moon, and it cast our shadows on the wild mustard that looked almost luminous. The lights of Rothesay that march across the middle of the photo rather spoiled any silvery trail of moonlight across the bay, but there were some lovely bars of cloud that made for an interesting sky, and ahead of us, in the west, there was still the last light of the day.

We walked in silence for most of the way, listening. But it wasn't silent for long: our passing was obviously detected by the oyster-catchers along the shore and they complained loudly the whole time until a whole batch of them took off with a great whirring in the blackness.

Midnight is a very different place from the afternoon ...