The dinner party was breaking up, as it did every year before it all came together an hour or so later again.
But this was an end. Scattered clusters of guests sat chatting with each other in different parts of the garden. Ulf had overseen one group who wanted to try out the spa, and he was coming back now.
Christina wanted his help preparing the barbecue before climbing that small hill and enjoying the view while the charcoal took heat.
The party as such would continue, but for all practical purposes the Swedish traditional midsummer's party had come to an end.