The road to the Fish-lake

I haven't been biking for a long time, as the roads were always under construction and it was dangerous to bike on the side. But years ago I went regularly biking, every afternoon, day by day, until the first snow.
It was a pleasant afternoon, perfect for taking out my bicycle and take a ride somewhere... anywhere... but out of the town! Hmmm... Let's see... what is it at the fish-lake?
Leaving the main road, you find yourself in a beautiful valley, where the road is surrounded by smooth hills, corn-fields and meadows.



There is a small little house at the end of the village, it is like it was dropped there from a fairy tale...










On your way you can see some people making hay...







horses pulling carts...







sheep grazing on the top of the hill...








scarecrows waving along the corn-fields...








birds flying all around the bushes and even a sleeping cat on the tree!






The lake was quiet today, only few fisher-men were staying with their fishing-rods on the shore, no trace of tourist, who usually come here for camping, sunbathing or swimming on weekends.





The water surface was rarerly disturbed by small waves, created by some jumping fish. All was calm and relaxing...








The wind was shaking gently the leaves, the reeds were whispering softly, swallows were gliding over the lake to catch flyes, the sunrays were reflected by the water and the lake was shining...

The sunset was approaching sooner than I expected...

I took a last picture of the tiny cottage and pedalled fast to get home before getting totally dark.