Like a couple of sofa spuds, each day’s journey finds us glued to our seats. Our travelling picture show presents itself anew through Beastie’s cinematic widescreen. Without a viewing guide we never know ‘what’s on’. Sometimes it can be a blockbuster. On other days a duffer.
Our two-nighter at Camping Ca gives us chance to change channel. See what’s on the other side. Go walk-about instead of rumble-about. Hide the remote. It’s a blue day. But we’re not. We have it all to ourselves.
Direct from our site, we step out onto the lakeside prom. Almost home from home. Not quite. For one the air temperature is +15C. And two, the water temperature is +10C
We’re having a good day, but this little fella looks as if he’s having a bad hair day . . .
At one point we come across a mother duck and four little ducklings. They’re scrounging out tit-bits at the water’s edge. Following mum’s example. A couple of crow like birds are feeling peckish. They eye up lunch. A shared platter on their menu. Mother duck does her best to protect and warn her brood. Mrs S not willing to let nature take its course. Steps in and forwards. Claps hands and shouts. Saves the day.
A little further and someone else is eking out his lunchtime favourites.
Our touch and turn and the real point of our walkabout is lunch. We join the throng.
The day ends as it starts – in the pool . . .
Looks like a cracking day! 🌞
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