Some things are simply meant to be.

Sometimes simplicity is best, so don’t go checking the tags of this photo to find out where it was taken. Still  those Googling fingers for a moment and use your imagination.

I imagine a place in a land with a wide pink sea. A land where, in the event of a perfect sunset even the gulls will stop wheeling and calling.

Children will stop flying kites and building sandcastles on the perfect pink sand.

Adults will quiet their chatter and put down their glasses of chilled rosé.

And they will watch and they will listen to the pink of that sunset.

And when they talk about it in years to come, when children bring their children round for Sunday lunch, they’ll say. “Mum, do you remember that sunset, that beautiful pink sunset?”

And instantly Mum will fly back with “Hobart Pink, that’s what it was.”

And the very next week Mum, who is a grandmother now, will take her grandchildren to buy her some clothes and her granddaughter will say, “Granny, can I have that dress in Hobart Pink.”

And every time the little girl wears that dress her mother and grandmother will smile and remember the silence of Hobart Pink.