They all held small sunshades to protect their skin from the bright sun.
They drove for nearly an hour on a driveway that had been cut through the thick fir woods, then came unexpectedly on a small lake surrounded entirely by trees, except where at one end of it there was a silver cascade pouring down from the mountains that towered above them.
It was, Vida saw, so lovely that it seemed like a mystical painting that could not actually be real.
The contrast between the dark green trees, the mountaintops above, on which there were still traces of snow, and the cascade pouring down into the bottomless lake was spectacular.
The banks round the lake had been planted with a profusion of irises – gold, purple, and white – that were all in bloom and they were as exquisite as the orchids she ha
