“By some miracle I found the tarn,” the writer said. “It was like tripping into paradise. The water was more clear and cold than any I’ve plunged in across the planet.”
“The air shimmered and a breeze floated across the eucalypts, rippling the skin of the tarn,” the writer continued. “Giant sparkles moved underwater like fish or spirits, swirling living jewels
I couldn’t hold in my hands or catch with my camera. Despite concern I’d find crowds crushing the tarn, just three of us shared that long moment – my companions were two chatty millennials, who’d last been there in the snow.”
