Sometimes it’s too easy to miss what we have now. This evening we wandered down to the seafront and enjoyed a pint of locally brewed Wizard Ales’ Old Combe at the Landmark Beer Festival. Then we walked to Maddy’s Restaurant for fish and chips. As we walked back in the twilight, the seafront took on a different kind of magic . . .

Ilfracombe promenade at twilight

It’s a time of it’s own, fleetingly breath-taking in beauty . . .

Ilfracombe seafront at twilight

And as the sun sinks slowly below the horizon, you couldn’t wish for anything better.

Ilfracombe seafront as the sun sinks

PS More novel updates tomorrow.

. . . the colours and shades are intricate but fleeting.

Ilfracombe twilight

Sometimes the dying day blazes behind the Torrs . . .

The departing day blazes behind the Torrs

 . . . and all I can do is . . .

Ilfracombe sunset

. . . marvel.

A magical time, the evening . . .

The Torrs blazing at sunset in Ilfracombe, Devon

. . . when the sun blazes as it sinks behind the Tors into the sea . . .

A fiery sunset in Ilfracombe, Devon

. . . and on the seafront, the lights illuminate Capstone Hill . . .

Capstone Hill, Ilfracombe in summer twilight

. . . nothing else matters in the magic of light and dark.