This Saturday’s morning had been spent by the lake. We never got up this early as 7 o’clock in Saturday morning, unless we were going to drive to Sydney. Anyway, my husband and I have heaps of things to do, and we both were looking forward to take participate in the events we had made a commitment.

I was wandering among along the bank of Lotus Bay, on the deck of Café House of Canberra Yacht club, surrounding bush walks and our car. It was very windy and felt even a bit cold in the early morning around 9 o’clock, but the very first sign of the coming spring just can not be hidden behind all these.

At a time, I was not quite used to the arrangement yet. I was lost, and didn’t know what I should be doing. I walked a bit along the lake, standing on the deck watching over my husband and other rookies paddling in the water. I extremely appreciate dragon boating’s paddlers movement. I think it’s full of vigour. You probably don’t feel that if it’s only from one person. But you can’t resist feeling it if there are 20 people moving in the same way and that, is absolutely a beauty.

Then we went to a friend’s place to have lunch. The apricot tree in their backyard is blooming with pretty light pink flowers, just like those cherry tree’s flowers. My friend’s husband Michael, an English artist and a photographer, was standing proudly in the middle of the garden when we arrived. He showed us around in the house and there are too many details in this house which represent his taste on art and many years’ travel experience and collections from all over the world. It’s just countless and all depends on one’s observation skills. From the lantern over the dinning table which had been transformed from a wooden face basin stand, to a secret garden perfectly for mediation located far over the corner of backyard, a small marble frog crouching in the grass, a swirling bamboo deco hanging in front of the door, and the plates we were using on the table, which were handmade by the artist himself….I believe that none of an individual thing doesn’t tell a story.

I was totally overwhelmed and felt my eyes were not enough for what I see, neither was my memory. I was even more overwhelmed when we started to eat the hot pot. Rainbow fish tasted so nice and salmon fish head as the soup base dramatically reinforced the spicy flavour. The lunch went for a couple of hours and finished until we couldn’t stand up.

However, it was not IT. I soon joined the bouclé game outside on the lawn, where me and Kris teamed up Vs my husband and Michael as a team. I gave up after we beat them up obviously in a round as I know I wouldn’t get even the same good performance twice in one day, and the key to enjoy the pleasure from a game is to get yourself out of it at the best timing. I went back in house to drink my tea, while Tanzie, Michael’s 4 years old son, replaced me. Afterwards, they told me he was great!