Really quiet. I did see Robert the groundsman on the dock. Actually it’s not that quiet — heard him, I think he was singing. He seemed happy enough without chit chat though. I’m half expecting someone or other one of these days to point out that most boaters pull fish out of the lake, not put them in, but thankfully no-one seems that interested beyond a quick wave as I’m taking off or coming back in.

Actually I think that’s because no-one’s been catching much lately anyway. Enough to test the patience of even the most dedicated anglers. With a bit of luck, that’ll change.

Ah well — back to the office tomorrow tie up some more loose ends, check in on Pete make sure all’s well in the holding department. See what Steve’s up to. Though I haven’t seen much of Steve since we wound things up — he was pretty much like the fish, gone in a flash as soon as he saw a way out.

This place reminds of years back when we would go to the lakes at Easter or on some other long weekend holiday. Could be the light. Smell of the water? Not sure…have to think about it some more.

Not right for Ziegler. Run by Parks for one thing, but great geography. 900ft deep, big cliffs, cold clear water. Odd couple here managing the place in the off season – woman who appears to think I’m some sort of criminal, at least that’s the way she looks at me. And a little guy who seems to disappear every time I catch site of him. Can imagine what those cabins smell like. Closed up restaurant by the look. Giftshop.

Note to self: come back when the weather’s better and the manager’s mood may have improved. Could be a nice spot for a break.

I’m surprised there aren’t more people here already. Early in the season I suppose, but it’s not completely off the beaten track. You do get a glimpse of the lake from the road and it’s actually quite breathtaking. And silent, apart form the odd boater out there. I think I saw the ranger this morning, not sure what he has to do out here but looks like a plum job to me. Better than pushing pencils back at the office anyway.

I could imagine staying up here for a while. A good few years maybe. But not today — I still don’t like the look of those cabins, and actually I’m a bit anxious about asking that Doris woman where to put my RV for fear she might tell me.

Beautiful spot, though.

I’ve been talking to Steve about the lake, what a great spot for a break etc. But he’s no outdoors type, unless you’re talking golf courses – but then I hear he’s not much of a golf type either. Says his handicap is that he “can’t swing a damn’ club.”

Anyway I’ll tell him I’ve found him the perfect accommodation. Plenty of fresh air – even indoors — and no risk of a fire since the entire structure is 90% water I think.

I’m going to talk to Doris tonight, see what’s what. Must be some reason her resort isn’t already heaving with vacationers, unless it’s just the cabins. Still, there’s a campsite, and a field for RVs. Maybe it’s the social media these days — I have read a few bloody awful reviews. Apparently the food in the restaurant is pretty much a match for the quality of the accommodation.

Then there’s Doris. She does make you feel a little uninvited. Like a gatecrasher? Her expression is something you might expect if you just opened the oven door and her cake sank. No — it’s as though she was expecting someone else, someone so much more interesting, that she’s unable to hide her disappointment when you show up.