Lake Garda to Maggiore

Lesley's run was very unlike the first one she did. The wind was wild, skies grey, and white waves flew across the lake surface. Once again, it was a challenge to get back into the secure campsite. Perhaps someone was late opening the gates. Anyway, she searched around the site until she found a bent-back section of fence, and crawled under it, dirtying her kit. So embarrassing, but no-one saw.

We set off for Maggiore with a stop at Lake Iseo, a smaller lake surrounded by tall mountains. 

It was lovely even in misty drizzle. We found a place to park by the water and a cafe for decaf coffee and cake.

We retraced our steps around the lake on our way to Maggiore, to the village of Sarnico where we watched some yachts sailing and had our usual sandwiches in the van. How very British. 

The journey to Maggiore took us around countless roundabouts and on to a very full and fast motorway which skirted Milan.

The Italians drive like racing drivers, swooping across lanes with no signals and generally cutting up anyone slower or more cautious. Persistent rain didn't help. 

The Milan ring road was the worst, with cars slewing in front of the van and slowing down. 

Huge relief to finally reach the campsite, which is enormous. We have a grass pitch at the far end, hopefully quiet, near the lake but not in sight of it. Here is the lake from outside our perimeter.

We also have a card which opens the gate, which should mean L doesn't get locked out again! 

We plan to eat out tonight at the campsite pizzeria. No washing up for us.