Last November I was given a rose for my birthday.

For some reason I just accepted the name without ever looking up its meaning . To be honest I thought it was rather a clunky name for something quite so pretty. Moving on to yesterday evening  when our dog walk took us to the furthest part of Devils Point and the Royal William Yard. There was a beautiful sunless sunset and this historic gas lamp had been fitted with a bulb that glowed with a warm light.

Only moments earlier at the top of the staircase I had seen delicious clouds basking in the light of the departed sun.

In a perfect world I would have been on this spot five minutes earlier. Those clouds deserved a visible light source. I stuck the two images and came up with this one.

I was never going to pretend it was genuine but felt it needed a name. Only to discover the French word for twighlight.

So , I am doubly educated . I no longer think my rose has a clunky name and I am quite delighted to realise  that I planted it , by accident, so that when it has grown the sun will set behind it. Both crepusculing together.