They disappeared beyond the tree cluster near the top of the hill.
The climb had been long and filled with dazzling conversation, breathless as they reached a thousand metres above sea level, most entertaining at two thousand.
They all looked forward to water boiling at a lower temperature, and to those cooler nights.
One writer, a vagabond and a bond trader…and two librarians.
A sort of family. Certainly a group.
If they had not known each other for long, they were getting to know a lot about each other now.
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