From 06:30 we can hear the sounds of tents, caravans and motorhomes being packed up and moving out. There are still about 25 left when we get underway at 10:10 heading for Lake Iseo. We choose not to use the autostrada and hope for a scenic drive, but the road from Monza goes through suburb after suburb. In places the road is appalling; potholes, deformation and cracking, and the answer seems to be to put up uneven surface signs and 30 or 20kph signs. As the country that produces most of the world's best super- and hyper-cars it's a surprise to find main roads more suited to tractors! Roundabouts come thick and fast, there are more than 50 in a journey of 51 miles. But eventually we can see the mountains ahead and we arrive at Camping Covelo just after midday. It's been a manic weekend and now it's time to relax for a few days.

Luca, the manager, guides us to our pitch with a view over Lake Iseo, a lesser known lake nestling between its more famous cousins, Garda and Como. We are invited to the bar for a welcome drink then we wander into town less than a mile away.

The town has a long history stretching back to 6th century. We wander along the lakeside path and are greeted by a group of ducks who quack at us in English, which was nice of them. Then we turn into the town centre. Many of the building are decorated to look more grand than they actually are, with painted reliefs of cornices and stonework or scumballed to represent marble. There are shutters, windowboxes and balconies with pergolas, restaurants and bars with terraces and a tall central statue with fountain.

The views across the lake are beautiful with the towns on the opposite shore pink and white in the haze.

Around the back streets we see the older part of town; narrow streets and alleys, tiny squares and then the large church of Sante Andrea. Mostly built of lime- or sand-stone parts of it have been repaired or added on with other materials over it 1400 year lifespan. Inside it is cool and silent, with faded frescoes all over the arch-supported ceiling. There are guilded Christ and Madonna statues and polished pews.

Late afternoon we wander back to the site and sit on the lakeside with a cold beer watching ducks, swimmers and speedboats, then after an hour or so of idleness we sit on the terrace for dinner. The meal is well prepared, portions generous and price reasonable. The view is pretty good too, 15 metres from the lake as watching the sun set into the haze.

Back in the van we make use of the free wi-fi to catch up on news and edit this to let our dear readers know where we are.