Travelling west at sunset

My Grandparents and Great Grandparents lived in Lincolnshire. We used to visit them for weekends when I was a child and set off for home in the late afternoon. I remember they always used to give us a shiny pound coin, a packet of Opal fruits and a tube of Smarties. On the way home, traveling west, we used to eat our sweets while gazing out the windows of the car at wonderful sunsets. The skies filled with colour and the views across the flat fields were beautiful.

Yesterday we retraced this route as we headed home from a weekend with friends at the seaside in Norfolk. I always feel nostalgic traveling these roads following the setting sun.