Every evening there has been a glorious pink sunset.
Every morning golden light streams through the front of the little blue house.
It's marvellous. There is so much to do, and the sheer weirdness of setting up (read: unpacking haphazardly!) a house of our own, the quietness and the sense of disbelief that all this is actually ours means that I don't yet really believe that it's all true. Meanwhile some sexy shots of our sunsets, sunrises and the little blue house.