Black and portentous

I could see this sunset as I drove home over the Erskine Bridge and I knew I had to get myself down to the castle to capture it. The black clouds seem to me to have a sense of foreboding.

There was a lady there lost in thought watching the sunset. You might be able to make out the wee dog she had with her, a Scottish Terrier. How apt I thought.

This is the eve of a very big day for Scotland, and for me the atmosphere is represented by these skies.