When we first heard laughter, the stars were slowly disappearing behind rainclouds which had been creeping up on us since noon.
At the first drops of rain we'd set up our tents, but the sound of human voices, faint but distinct, stopped us in our tracks.
"People!" I gasped. We had neither of us seen anyone else for three days or more.
He took one look at his partly erected tent and chuckled.
"Sounds like a party to me!" His Scottish accent had gained an extra musical lilt at that thought. "Come!"
Shivering and damp, I needed no further invitation.
Neville Hunt about 1 month ago
Everyone loves a party!