Quarry Hollow: Rules and intimations

Three days without news of the campaign is as good as a stiff martini before dinner,
                  as a long walk in the sunshine, as a long morning in bed with your sweetie.

Remember the steep volcanic paths to the black sand beaches of the Azores, the
                  white cliffs at Duino, the treacherous limestone scraps and spalls that lead to
                  the quarry floor.

And heavy dew and many crows crying somewhere off toward the sun.