As the oryx raced across the plain, we then turned and raced along the dirt track and up the mountain so as to be there for a sundowner. Most dismissed the setting sun as unworthy of a second glance, but I rather liked the way the big round African ball settled itself on the edge of the mountain beyond and lit the sky with uniform orange. (view on black if you can be bothered). So the G&T had to wait.
so tender shades