I remember the first time I came here, ten years ago. It was summer, my hair was a blazing orange from a poor decision, and the dog went bounding into the water with absolutely no fear. Inside I was trembling. Terrified. It was the start of 'my new life', the start of my time in this new place. This beautiful place, so rugged, and yet so strange. So unfamiliar.
Now, I come here, and I feel at ease. I've walked round the reservoir so many times I don't think I could count. I've walked with family, friends, and boys. I've walked with hope, with sadness, and with ambivalence. Bright, bushy-tailed, and other times jaded with hangover.
I've seen it through the seasons. Glistening from Spring, covered in Winter frost, and now glowing gorgeously with orange.