Lunch on the Frozen Lake

A table for twelve, set on the ice between chukkas.

White linen, a raclette that took two men to carry, and a Chasselas that Alistair had been saving for the occasion. The lake held. The champagne did not. Members were collected by sleigh at four.

This date filled before it was announced. Members who would like to be considered for the next one may write to concierge@apresclub.ca. Céleste keeps the list.