On summer nights I like nothing more than sitting out in my big verandah tending my little apple trees etc, looking for any signs of fruit or disease and seeing how my other potted plants are fairing; round about 11pm is when the bats can be seen and heard flitting about overhead. The humdrum noise of the traffic is noticeably absent except for night buses passing by every half-hour or so. Watering the plants is almost a nightly affair when there hasn't been rain for a while.
I like the quiet life.
Ribfest? would that be a barbecue party or a Ribena-drinking do ;o]