My newly found Austrian friends took me out to a mountain lake that you only knew about if you were born and raised in TYROLEN! Every country is always best experienced with a born and bred native but that's no news...

I wore my oh-so-overexposed vintage jeans cut offs (time to get a new pair me thinks...), a Massimo Dutti shirt and my vintage tassel satchel, trying to look preppy with a boho twist. 

The bespoke lake.

The light bounced in the prettiest of ways and my photographer heart skipped a beat...

Converse - still the best choice of footwear for a guy if you ask moi.

I thought of jumping in, then I saw that bad boy.

Now I know I am being silly as it's just an innocent karp which is basically an uglier version of a gold fish BUT what if I accidentaly touch him? Slime alert!

I am spoiled with 5* hotel pools in Dubai. With no karps! (Please take note of the dripping sarcasm in that last sentence, in case it doesn't translate well...)

Martin wasn't affraid of the big fish so he jumped in...

whilst I soaked up the sun rays...

looked up at the bypassing aeroplanes...

had a lill' snack. Tyrolean buttermilk with blueberries - oh the liquid goodness. And not at all buttery - don't let the name scare you off.