NOT SO GREAT WALKS
YEARS AGO I visited the stunning Lake Matheson, with its mirror reflection of the Southern Alps.
It was a crisp blue morning, with barely a hint of wind, and the track was teeming with visitors.
At a viewing platform, a disgruntled middle-aged American couple were putting away their camera, complaining about occasional ripples dancing across the black surface.
“I guess that’s the best we’re going to get it today,” one moaned to the other.
I couldn’t believe it – the morning had me buzzing, and the
