Winter is coming to the north of England and the light begins to fade before 4pm.
One afternoon, sitting at my desk at home in Manchester, I glanced out of the window to see a fading, red and beautiful light.
I grabbed my camera and went out, walking along the Bridgewater Canal towpath that stretches from my neighbourhood of Castlefield to Pomona.
It was cold and the water was coal black and still, creating delicious reflections. Tracing back my steps, I looked around and was blessed with a rich urban sunset.