I said before that there’s a lake below our house.  From the air it’s roughly an equilateral triangle, one kilometre’s walk on each side.  Last year I walked it nearly every day with Topsy the dog — now that the snow’s melting we’ll resume soon — and each side is different..   This is the view from the south, of a sunset.  


I don’t enjoy the south side, because there’s a gravel road alongside the lake.  Every five minutes a diesel van comes along spewing exhaust and kicking up dust.  Then we walk the western side.  There is a horse-farm half way along, where they serve teas every Wednesday (the farmers, obviously).  This is the view looking across to our house on a grim day last autumn:

Then I noticed these trees…trees-tops1

Nearby I found a collection of leaves floating on the water.  It looked like a treasure trove.leaves-money

 Past the waterfall…waterfall

And then along a very short northern side which has a view to a small island that I photograph and even swim to in summer… 



and walk over to in the winter when the ice gets firm.  



I’ve got tons of photographs of the profile of this island that I’ve taken over the years. Big ones, small ones; one day I’m planning to do something with them, I haven’t figured out what, yet. While I take pictures, Topsy is thinking of only one thing…
The dog run. It’s half way down the east side of the lake:
Unless there’s a greyhound she’s the fastest, and she loves being chased:
Next door to the dog run is the beach with its diving board floating fifty metres out. On summer evenings there are families here, the children are swimming while their parents grill sausages (a seasonal Norwegian obsession).
Alma comes down here occasionally. The truth is there isn’t much of a beach here when the lake is full. It’s very deep, apparently…
By now we’re nearly home. We’ve probably been away about an hour-and-a-half. You can glimpse the lake through the trees in the garden: cherry, greengage and pear, and spruce below them.