Apart from a boat trailing a skier motoring up and down the Lagoon, the water was ruffled only by occasional breezes.  Despite the occasional rain the afternoon was comfortably warm, and so the Lagoon looked inviting.  But I walked on.

Depending on the light, the Lagoon sometimes glistened blue or sat as a plane of gun metal grey.

At other times, the water seemed almost to be a shade of green for a tonal blend with the landscape.