Do we have gloaming in Cornwall or is that purely a Scottish phenomenon?
If it wasn't actual gloaming, I'm not quite sure what it was that Mrs The Millbrooker and I wandered through as the light gradually darkened on Tuesday en-route to Shazzerooneypoos' eyrie. Dong and the lady of the household had invited us around to slurp a few glasses of red stuff and talk bollocks between ourselves; a welcome break from the word-smithery being ached through by Mrs The Millbrooker at present.
I made my way out onto the well known local vantage point that is Little Lush Lewis' outer area and indulged in a spot of panorama photography. Assuming your computer screen is of big enough proportions, you might enjoy this one.
Later on, after the ceremonial emptying of several bottles of red liquid (including a rather nice Gaillac, as I recall), Mrs The Millbrooker was presented with a large and attractive bouquet.
That very evening, despite the intake of intoxicating fluid, the bouquet was chopped, lightly sweetened and microwaved for the purposes of preservation prior to being turned into Millbrooker Towers' vino-mucho-collapso at the earliest opportunity.