Moonlight Cinema

At dusk last evening, we set ourselves up at the gardens, which was beautiful as always.

Rugs spread out; nibblies in hand; comfy blankets to snuggle under. Air cool and crisp as you please; pale purple and pink dipping into the lake, and peeking between the stretch of trees. Then later, the sky a subtly distracting, unassuming murky shade of muted aubergine; a sprinkling of stars, brightly burning; the silent, enchanting silhouette of bats flying off into the night, barely atop the biggest (blownup) screen ever.

The Holiday was nice in its own right, perhaps made lovelier by the setting. Maybe I was made more biased by the nature of its characters, them being misunderstood arty editory types with silent, wretched pain and all. Well then, there's nothing to be done but be bias, is there? It was an easy, feel-good movie, perfect for (what seemed like hundreds and hundreds) of people spread in small clusters over the gentle slope doing classic cosy. It's hard to go wrong with romantic and romantic, I guess.

The night was lovely. If only the weather permitted this cinema by moonlight the year round.