This evening echoed the morning glory of the sunrise, but after an initial splash of boldness, the sunset eased into a mixture of soft eggshell, peach and lilac. The ducks were uneasy again, slewing away from the shelter of the reeds as the harriers dipped and swirled overhead, then chugging back towards the point. they slowly became dark shapes as the light drifted away in the breeze, with drake Shovelers the last to disappear, their flanks absorbing the last of the red spectrum and their breasts cold white. A Water Rail squealed once the darkness had obscured all.
