There I was, sat in bed this morning, adding dragonfly records from a Hoy trip to an Excel spreadsheet, when I glanced up and out of the window.
Whoa! Incoming rainbow! There then ensued a scramble for a camera, a dash to the front door and a quick check that I was sufficiently clothed before I opened it.
A couple of Rock Doves flew through the frame, hoping for world peace, free love and tolerance of sexuality.
The sun glinted off the windows of a car crossing Churchill Barrier 1, as I zoomed into the diffuse colours at the base of the rainbow.
But the approaching shower was darkening the sky, giving a more moody feel to the morning.
With less light, a second rainbow became just visible.
And as the shower started to launch raindrops onto my camera lens (and bare knees), the bow touched down at the other end of the arc.