If you have been walking with us for some time, you will know that our returns to the UK are never straightforward – and this one had reached an unprecedented zenith of complexity.
We had only arrived on British soil in November; however, by Christmas we had fitted in an assault, a boundary dispute, wild weather and Mark had been lost at sea.
But the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune were not done with us yet. Our Fidose of Reality continued into the New Year with car trouble, being forced to tow a caravan through a storm, tenant trouble and a robbery!
You are often urged to ‘buy local’ but on our travels, we have discovered that in terms of maps, that can be a serious problem!
In Monte Rosa, we had to send off to Stamfords of London to get a detailed, topographical map of the area. On Garda, we could get any number of cycling and hiking guide books in German or Italian. Maybe the English versions were just so popular that they sold out…
We leave Campsite Maroadi via the lake entrance and turn left; over the bridge that straddles the slipway and past the watersports centre. We cross a larger bridge over the River Sarca, where it flows into the northern end of Lake Garda. We turn immediately left to join the path along the far side of the river