For Toasting

Fire on the beach so the girls could toast some marshmalllows as the sun went down over Windermere.

Slightly surreally, shortly after this a very drunk man swam by. He'd jumped out of a boat. Seemed to be the living embodiment of Withnail, although he asked us if we could speak English rather than if we were the farmer. His mates came back for him in a car; he wasnt very keen on getting out - we thought he was probably nude from the waist down.