However, as I ascended to the lakes of Twisted, I was gobsmacked at how lucky I was – a mirror surface awaited me and I couldn’t stop taking pictures for the next 15 minutes, ever fearful a wind would kick up.
Then I opened my backpack and ate breakfast beside this most gorgeous of ponds.
Later I headed across the Face Track towards Cradle Mountain, only across isn’t quite the right word because you have to ascend the lower rock face of Little Horn (that’s the peak on the left if you’re standing at Dove Lake car park), just what I didn’t want to be doing after over four hours on the trails.
Finally I came to the most welcoming sign that day, pointing down via Lake Wilks and the western side of Dove Lake. That it was steep and rugged I didn’t mind, I wasn’t in a hurry and it was heading downhill quickly.
Eventually you come to an open ragged rock formation. Here the vista is clear and you can also see that the next stage is via a chained route. I could see a couple ascending so I decided to wait and it transpired that they were from England and couldn’t stop gushing about how good it was compared to the Lakes District over there where, on similar walks, there would be people everywhere.
I bade them farewell and carefully slipped downwards on the chains to reach Lake Wilks where I was still able to get some reasonable shots before attaining the ever-popular boardwalk of the Dove Lake track.
I was stuffed but deliriously happy, having to pause about every 10 minutes before stumbling into the car. I realise that sort of walk would only be a warm-up for serious Tassie walkers but, at 71, I felt it had been a full day.