June 10, 2013 by allsho
A quiet lake surrounded by a forest. I’ve written yesterday about it.
It was a week-end in June, starting the peak period for heavy tourism in this place. Nevertheless, the coldish temperature and the not-too-brilliant weather forecast apparently discouraged most potential visitors. On Saturday evening, my son and I, plus a couple, were the only visitors disturbing the quiet of the place.
Well, my son and I disturbed it a little, I can tell you. A five-years-old guy with a passion for splashing anything into the water, or fishing with branches, or blowing a whistle he found at home and didn’t want to leave back, can be a bit of a disturbance in such a place.
The solution was to engage him in an off-the-track walk along the lake’s side to the other twin lake resting about half an hour away.
Eventually he came to enjoy the peacefulness of the place, its silence, only broken by the gentle sound the small waterfalls between the two lakes, by the rustling of leaves moved by the breeze, and the last birds singing in the evening.
He offered me his whistle, so that I could store it in my pocket and we wouldn’t break the magic of this peaceful corner of our land.