The group of walkers arrived just as night was falling. They were wet and cold, having walked most of the day in pouring rain. The rain had clung heavily to the lower branches. Every now and then one of them would complain as they were slapped in the face by one of these bushwhackers. Now they would need to get the wood from the pile at the back of the hut.
"Who's volunteering?" Leo asked.
"I'll do that," called Dinny.
Samantha pushed the door open for him and he put his backpack inside, then went back outside. The others crowded in, relieved to be in the shelter. They took off wet boots and socks, stretching ankles and toes as they did so.
When the fire was crackling in the grate, they hung the socks on a line that was stretched across the width of the fireplace. They wouldn't take long to dry there.
Backpacks were emptied and it wasn't long before Noel had a large pot of stew cooking, suspended above the fire by a steel hook.
Later, relaxing and warming themselves in front of the fire they planned tomorrow's stage of the walk.