I’ve spent the past hour at the UK’s first “dusking” event. About 20 of us gathered in a glasshouse at twilight to watch darkness descend. In the Netherlands, dusking, or schemeren, was once an everyday ritual, with families sitting together to observe the end of the day and the coming of night. The custom had all but died out until it was revived by Dutch poet and author Marjolijn van Heemstra a few years ago. Now she is encouraging other countries to adopt dusking, running events in Ireland, Germany and here in Yorkshire.