Silence.
The lodge‘s got quiet. Silently we are leaving our room and heading down to the dining hall. Gone are all the chats and voices of the previous evening. Where it all was brightly lit the night before it is all now covered in a subdued light. The stove – surrounded by benches and clotheslines that are all pretty much used – is providing a bit of its leftover cozy heat…
Sunset at Poon Hill
