This post is specially for my dear friend Meg on her birthday.
I left my apartment and struggled along the ankle-turning road works. The workmen had to make a dirt bridge for me across pipes they were laying. I thought I'd left pipelaying behind me with the Tuross Bridge.
And then the lake. Snow capped mountains, wooden boats, an island and a church, snow capped mountains, ducks, green water, flowers growing in the grass and the rock walls, snow capped mountains, a castle, dappled light, and then workmen again, this time with a large blue parasol. There was also the sound of waves lapping, oars dipping, wind rushing, people talking across water, ducks uttering their ducky croaks, chain saws, feet crunching, and a subliminal continuo of gasps as I realised that 70 had brought me here to this beautiful place (along with bus loads of Chinese tourists, hearty cyclists, and picnicking couples.)
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