There is a stunning golden glow to the dawn. The Gorse Fox was up and about in readiness for a trip to see Betty and Barney Rubble - but as his car can barely be seen under the layer of road dirt acquired this week, he thought he should get up early to clean it.
Standing by the back door, tea in hand he watched in wonder as the initial filaments of gold that quilted the clouds began to grow in intensity and as the clouds themselves became suffused with colour.
Then, in an instant the huge globe of the sun became visible and in the following moments the colours peaked then quickly faded.
The phone rang, shaking GF from his reverie. It was Betty... Barney Rubble isn't well. Today's trip is off.
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