Perfect October day here on Lago di Garda. Sun just visible through a gentle haze, the wash of water from a passing Riva against the stone promenade, two ancient urns with white geranium framing the view across the lake to Garda itself, the hum of a distant ferry, white sail leans into the gentle breeze hard up against the Isola di Garda a tiny wood covered sentinel sitting dark across the glistening water. Even the ducks here have been trained not to beg at the loungers but wander stoically along the paths occasionally mowing the lawns with their serrated bills. They quack but in a muted grandfatherly sort of way, nothing to distract from the pleasure of a morning on Lake Garda.
“The lake lies dim and milky,” wrote D.H. Lawrence, “the mountains are dark blue… the sky glistens… the light burns gold.” Oh to be on a honeymoon forever! Despite the relax time a bit of exercise is necessary otherwise I feel my body atrophying and my tummy screams – no more food without exercise boss!
The Garda swim is the most romantic of my 3 immersions swimming past swooping villas with lawns and palms running down to crumbling stone balustrades hanging over the clear water. A giant red fibreglass elephant adorns one garden with it’s trunk waving happily at me as I swim past.