A breakfast fit for kings at the B&B.  It’s Saturday and the local Cafe is buzzing with diners … as we venture to the central hub of the village. It’s sunny and the mountains are look stunning today.

I have mapped out a circuit around the lake a mix of road and bush track. There is a concert tonight at the lake, already there are bars set and an inflatable soccer competition is underway; soap suds fill the pitch as the players stumble and fall.

Off we go on our circuit first through the bush the the road. There is a grumble from behind … a bit of a sook as we are climbing ‘why didn’t we go the other way around?’  My selective deafness kicks in as I keep peddling.  A few cyclists today small groups; solo roadies and a few tour cyclists. From the bottom of the lake a steady descent with spectacular views of the mountains … a postcard or a cardboard backdrop.  ‘I think we went the right way’, he says … grrrr.

The lakeside is steadily filling with people; families and couples sunbaking on the grassed areas.  The inflatable soccer competition is still going.

A picnic lunch by the lake under the trees amongst the locals … the breeze is in and out come the surf kites and sail boards.

A lovely evening at the lakeside concert followed by homemade gnocchi with ragu sauce, at the local restaurant. We are locals now we ate here yesterday … ‘are you sure it was just yesterday??’ I say to John. It seems such a long time ago.