It was one of those serendipitous evening at Oratamin, when everybody decided to pack a picnic — and the gin and tonics — and make an evening of it. Children played, adults laughed, we all ate well. This is summer. Summer!
It started with a still morning at the farm.
A delicious lunch was had at Barrow House.
And then the magical summer evening.
Goodmans.
S’mores!
Artins.
Hoffers.
My people.
