This is the first real dralon sunset this year, and right outside the front door too, so you only have to walk twenty or thirty yards to take the picture.
They're always a bit more florid than dawn but they do seem to last dramatically longer although that's illogical because the sun must set just as fast as it rises. The strange white line that is just visible is not water but a fleece protecting the farmer's early potatoes and peas from not only the frost but from that dreaded piranha of the skies the pigeon. Should they have the temerity to land on the plants it will be their last supper.
Pigeon pie to go with the potatoes and peas.