It was the gloaming, when a man cannot make out if the nebulous figure he glimpses in the shadows is angel or demon, when the face of evening is stained by red clouds and wounded by lights. –Homero Aridjis, 1492: The Life and Times of Juan Cabezon of Castile Fantastic plod through a Berkshire twilight. The sunset was sensational, in the way that winter sunsets can be.… READ MORE.... …