Gloaming

Had to go up to the old town in the evening, to meet up with some maths chums (tutors and students). We had a good blether, although the tutors tried to avoid discussing with the students the matter of the OU being taken to hell in a handcart by senior management.

I ambled up to the High Street at around 10 pm to wait for a no 35 bus - the evening light is very strange and special at this time of year. I suppose you might call it the gloaming.