Day 54, in which the ducks eat our breakfast

Today was another quiet day, which we spent pottering around the lake and then popping into town for lunch. We ended up in a Japanese café – eating things like sushi, teriyaki and tempura – and were delighted to find it was all delicious, although Paul couldn't quite bring himself to touch the boiled white rice. It seems our appetites may in time tolerate westernised Japanese food again (but certainly not Japanese western food).

We also fed the ducks some breakfast. They went totally nuts for raisin bran and trotted up onto our lawn to introduce themselves properly. Although they appear to be a rather dull brown colour, when they lift a wing you can see a jaunty row of bright green feathers. Paul later tried to befriend three black swans who live among the rocks to the right of the bach, but aborted on the suspicion that the larger of the birds wanted to test the rumour that a swan can break a human arm with its beak.

I also had to email work today to confirm that I'll be returning in one month's time. Boo.