Back in Caithness

You have to love Caithness both for what it does not have (there is a lot of that) and for what it does have. This was what I saw last night  as we ease into the season of the long dark:

low slung sun shortening the horizon so the sea in silvered blues appears to float above the hills
driving home like being in a gallery where the lights are dimmed and an ancient scroll of sun and sea and sky is stretched out for a rare and special viewing.