The golden hour

Once in a golden hour,
I cast to earth a seed,
And up there grew a flower,
That others called a weed.

Alfred Tennyson

That lovely extra hour of sleep this morning meant that the gloaming came an hour earlier too. I got "caught" by surprise on my afternoon walk when the sun started to set. But what luck, as the light was absolutely magical.

I took some photos of my finally-finished woodland shawl. It's a lovely pattern, easy to remember and oh so pretty. The perfect thing to throw on when taking a walk in the golden hour.