With the feeling returning to my hands once again we returned by Wilderwood while at the same time I glanced over towards the transmitter which by now was only half visible as low cloud had began its descent. Once past Wilderswood I pass a field of new born lambs whose bleating broke the early evening silence. By the time I arrived back at Georges Lane there was only my car and one other whose occupants were taking pictures of the brilliant sunset unfolding before us.
Before I let Brad and Holly back into the car I rubbed them down with an old towel, started the engine and put the heater on full, I'm sure Brad and Holly would appreciate the warm air just as I would but before heading home I took this one last photo of the sun going down, minutes later it was gone and I drove home feeling content that I got my sunset after all. |