Ah the first one, or first two of the year. I was sat in a meeting room, with my camera trying by my side and really trying to not keep turning round and squinting at the vibrant streaks of orange, gold, red and purple and sigh. Russian Ukrainian V kindly noticed my twitchy ready to race out of the blocks after the starting pistol fires stance, and suggest I go and fire off some photographs. I don't need any persuasion and grab a handful of the very dramatic sunset, which steps up another level after the sun's golden tendrils melt into the horizon. And then it's gone for another day.