The Cottage

Everyone here goes to "the cottage" for summer (or The Caaarrrttage, as we like to say with our new-found North American accents).


Our first attempt was a complete failure - found on an internet ad, simple and basic, but right on a lake.  The owner assured me it would be clean (and she was Australian too).  the kids and I arrived and it seemed to be as we expected: a basic little cottage, bits and pieces of odd furniture etc, but ok.  Unfortunately on closer inspection we realised that it was grotty and grim.  Urrggghhhh.  We spent 2 nights there while we plotted our escape.  Whew.


Second cottage is a little place right on another lake, part of a lodge, which is really not much more than 6 cottages/huts and some caravan spaces.  It's got a good cafe, friendly staff and we couldn't be happier.  


John is joining us Friday night so we have beer and meat in the fridge to welcome him.  We might even cook "smores" on the fire pit.  (Haven't done the research, but it's plain sweet biscuits, marshmallows and chocolate - our friends the Randles have made them when we've camped with them, but they are still a mystery)


Someone told me that summer here ends on a single day - you get a cooler day after lots of very warm ones, and assume that it will warm up again soon.  It doesn't.  Summer is over.  I suspect that we may have seen the end of our lovely warm summer already.  The cottages around here are mostly empty, so the locals obviously know something we don't.


Photos to follow soon.