A Perfect Evening on Ibsley Common
Sunday, August 15th, 2010
Evenings like these are one of the best things about late summer. Still, warm and bathed in light.
The Avon valley basks in the late sunshine. A vale of green and gold.
From my vantage point I can see Wishful grazing peacefully.
The disc barrow known as Robin Hood’s Clump over the carpet of heather. There are actually two valleys between me and the ridge it stands on. You can see the lines of the two ridges.
Looking into Dorset, the insulators on this distant pylon are reflecting the sun making them seem to light up.
A distant balloon taking advantage of the still evening.
A sun sinks lower.
Once behind the clouds, it sends crepascular rays up into the skies.
22 miles distant, Win Green Hill is silhouetted against the orange sky.
The sun is aflame through a gap in the birch trees.
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