Fleeting

Coming down from the top of the Knott, it was intermittently hailing and raining, and all promise of any last sun seemed to have been snuffed out. I had spent the better part of the day hunched in front of the computer on my Christmas project (time is running out). But then the sun found a gap as we reached the coast at Far Arnside and as the tide was rising over the mudflats. It was a fleeting appearance.

After this I turned and trudged wearliy back up the hill towards home, but had I stayed a little longer I would have been treated to a more spectacular light show after the sun dipped below the horizon, and the clouds glowed orange.