Closure

AT some point during another elated night of running around the lake and skipping up + down + up + down we gazed up to the spiralling span of sky + made an ernest observation; "the clouds have parted, we can see the stars! Then that means we'll see the sun!" We very intelligently put deux et deux together and also soon realised that we would be able to see a huge moon from the viewing platform. We crept through the pine trees whispering for no reason; maybe we thought we'd see some animals. Clambering up the enchanting homemade ladder to the twenty foot high platform, we couldn't help whimpering our wonder when we eventually got to the top. There, we were faced with the almighty moon, the biggest we'd ever seen it. It shone like a spot light over the oodles of rolling hills that lay before us, the sheep eerily still and quiet; possibly marvelling as much as Curls + me at the iridescent idyll that was sitting and breathing all around us. Then we had wees off the platform + relished in showing the moon a special one of our own.

And so the rest of the fine night unravelled, as superb people's faces shifted from silhouettes to morning drenched smiles as we made our way to the lakeside to anticipate the sunrise. There were great characters all around, inhaling every moment of sheer beauty like famished puppies going about a morning of confused, hilarious [panting] happenings. People swayed into their desired standpoints to welcome the golden sphere to our little paradise; a bunch of us took to the boat equipped with the essential ginormous purple parasol that heaved us almost uncontrollably from side-to-side. As the sun grew hotter, the talk turned to swimming and with only a few hours of procrastinating it was time for a few of us to heave into the ice cold plunge pool + furiously swim a couple of meagre strokes getting caught up in the lillies, swearing a bit, getting out, realising how bloody refreshing it was + hopping straight back into that sweet well of rejuvenation.

Then there was the bicycle ride in the twinkling afternoon night [loads of cows], the unforgettable stride up the hill [PICTURED] to look at the last of the rays [loads of rum], the salivatingly delicious curry we gobbled up around the fire [loads of chapattis], the twilight skinny dip in the silvery slivery lagoon [loads of goose bumps] + all of the consistently brilliant late evening drama games + music laid on by Curls [loads of laffs].

There's no wonder people kept bursting into tears with sheer delight; pretty much from dawn and then throughout.