The moon was a ghostly galleon......

.......tossed upon cloudy seas.
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding— riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
ALFRED NOYES

We are having wonderful evening skies. I caught this shot as the sun was going down and the moon was already up! A bit grainy, but I think it suits the shot. Another busy day clearing up work and getting last minute things ready for going to France tomorrow.