The setting sun gave the hills to the south of Skipton the sepia tones of an old photograph yesterday evening. Over to one side the earlier rain had washed the sky to the kind of pink that seems to exist only in memories. It was only a moment, but that moment lasted an age and elevated the mundane weekly shop into a train of thoughts that spanned creation. I stopped the car in the middle of the car park while other shoppers wended their way home, seemingly oblivious to the miracle we were witnessing.

A young man wearing a 'hoodie' walked past us, leading a horse while talking on a mobile phone. It did not seem strange or out of place at all but as he passed he looked directly at us and smiled. He was outside, in the fresh air even if was on an urban car park! I felt he knew why we were sat there grinning. Maybe, when I no longer need it, I could trade the car for a horse. We can all hope...

Cheers

DtG