Sundown
Who knows what will happen tonight when the sun goes down?
Last night, there was an impromptu performance around the campfire: a talented guest belting out classics on a guitar, and everyone joining in.
As I write this (in mid-May), the fire-flies could start any day... and that’s quite something, as if the woods are full of fairy lights.
Evenings can go anywhere... just sitting around chatting with new friends over a glass of wine; playing with some zen tarot cards in the sala; lying next to the pool and watching the stars... or just going to bed early with a good book.
What’s for sure is that - at The Hill - the evenings are as delicious and surprising as the days.
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