about five o'clock
Occasionally , a gate would swing open or something would move in the grass . Once , it was a goat which had come to graze and shelter from the wind . When it saw me , it stopped , dumfounded , and froze , all agog , horns skyward , looking at me with innocent eyes . At about five o'clock , the lighthouse keepers ' megaphone summoned me to dinner . I returned only slowly towards the lighthouse , taking a small pathway through the scrub which ran up a hilltop overlooking the sea . At every step I glanced backwards onto the immense expanse of water and light that seemed to increase as I went higher . * * * * * It was truly delightful at the top .