The smell was there when I woke next morning and as potent as ever, so I packed early and headed out for a walk along Lake Rosebery. The air was fresh and I felt invigorated to be out and about. I was the only one at the jetty; such a shame that others missed the spectacle of the calm Lake and the perfect reflections on the water.
I found the soft walking track through the foliage back to the Lodge and arrived to find Jeanette had finished packing the car and sat waiting for me. Before long we had manoeuvred our way through bunches of cyclists preparing their bikes for the day’s ride, and were driving off north.