The fleeting never-quite-dark nights of the Simmer Dim are some weeks past, but after a beautiful sun-filled day the light still lingers long after the sun has set. Now, at 1.30 in the morning, the sky already glows peach pink anticipating the sunrise in a few hours' time. The hills with their undulating skyline are dark – a sharply incised silhouette against the brightness.I step outside into a still hush. The dewfall has laid a faint silver over the grasses and the only sound to be heard is the tranquil background murmur of the sea. The honeysuckle tumbling in profusion over the garden wall is heavy with flowers. Earlier, in the warmth of the evening, their perfume had been heavy ...