There was jamming at the Rock on Sunday nights, with some talented musicians turning up to play, and, sometimes, a Ukrainian girl who lit up flaming torches and danced around the deck to our music. I liked to join in on the djembe, and we all played faster when Anna spontaneously combusted like that. drums, sax, bass and didge — at times the music had a sparse weirdness that was completely right for the treetops, the rhythms of crickets and frogs, and the moon peering over the top of the hill.

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