The late afternoon sun always hit these buildings with rays of gold – and they seem to enjoy it. They look like giant creatures basking. The quality of light is always spectacular over Plymouth Sound. The pink tones of sunset and the interplay of clouds give everyone plenty of reason to look up. But at a certain time of day the sun brings out the angles and surfaces of the city’s tribe of buildings – like nature smiling on man (an unthinkable heresy in today’s prevailing hysteria). And yet, there it is. We live at the pleasure of mother nature and she is neither victim nor tyrant but a part of us as much as we are part of her. As for the behemoths of steel, stone and glass – even they can find a place in the sun.