Every day at 3:30 the entire family would pile into the landie (landrover) and trek to our favorite watering hole where stem wear and chilled bottles of wine would appear from no where. Just as quickly, a very full glass was shoved into my hands (Dr. Hugo doesn't mess around with half full glasses and he certainly doesn't like to see it reach half full either... he was always topping it off) and a tin of escargot was offered to me. Skipping rocks in the water with
By 5:00 the sun would be nearly set and it would be getting chilly. We'd drive back to camp where Funyon, our gardener, had a bon fire roaring; Reina, our maid, would have the table set; and Andy, Cathy's step mom, would have already had dinner prepared.
By 8:00 we'd eaten our meal, drank a number of glasses of wine (more if Dr. Hugo had his way) and found ourselves very sleepy. It had been dark for hours and there wasn't much else to do. A cup of tea and off to bed.