Mist rises from the lake, and hangs suspended for the duration of the day, blurring the landscape in front of me to almost a single shade of grey.
Grounded in my log cabin with the log fire crackling away for most of the daylight hours, and beyond.
Intermittent visits from the wildlife. No creek, no canyon.
Although paddles and lifejackets are there in the closet, ready and waiting for the four-person canoe that is happy to be upside down, next to the broken-up submerged pier.
No mobile signal or wi-fi connection; no television or radio or any other kind of link to the civilised world … a perfect scenario I have dreamt of many, many times … now coming to pass.
A quietly smug solitary day, spent reading in my hardwood hut, occasionally glimpsing out of the window to check the lake is still there.
My cabin can be found under the rain cloud.
An Outside World 