At dusk, in our Narnia, we had gathered for the show. All sitting comfortably in our makeshift alfresco auditorium overlooking the pool, suddenly there appeared a trio of mystical creatures. Were they nymphs perhaps? Or satyrs? So difficult to tell in the half light, although the fairy lights suggested fairies.
But what’s this... one, two, three they leapt into the icy plunge pool, among the weeds and water lilies. In turn they told their stories, but maybe it was the fizz we’d enjoyed earlier, but I for one thought they were speaking Mermish, for surely they were mermaids and merboy?