Edinburgh tonight will be lit up, dazzled, exploded over by Hogmanay lights and fireworks. Up here on Speyside we are missing the three days of New Year spectacle. But we have had our own light show this afternoon, and I wouldn't exchange it for the city variety.
Over to the North East, the reflection of the sunset cast dramatic rays.
The slopes of Ben Aigen, which had been dull and rain-washed all day, suddenly came alive with tawny colour.
Now darkness surrounds the house, but there is candlelight and firelight on this last day of the old year.
Wishing you a very Happy New Year when it comes. (Being Scottish, I have to add 'when it comes' to any New Year wishes given before the turn of the year, otherwise it's seen as tempting fate.)