Taken into the light in the lovely harbour of Aberaeron mid wales, not much in the way of interest to the sky other than the colour. I took the title form lines of Under Milkwood by the wonderful Dylan Thomas who was a frequent visitor to the area. A gentle scene, some people watching the setting of the sun on the harbour wall, Gulls crying out for a sample of the fish and chips which are always so very good at the coast..... so who can blame them. The tinkle of the masts as the boats bob about on the water, the reflections in the water and a gentle breeze, the stuff holidays are made of.
A big thank you to Lillian and Helenlinda for the UA's on this one and for all the kind comments