In the evening we started a fire by the sea and toasted Vege Dogs and made cups of tea. We attempted ghost stories but none of us knew any.
When bed time arrived we clambered back to the hut to find the three mattresses already being used. We decided that though it was cold outside the soft ground under the Manuka trees would be nicer then the hard wooden floor.
And it boy was it ever!
(aside from the slight slope that we were on, meaning we had to keep pushing ourselves back up the hill throughout the night.)