my toes - lake windermere

after yesterday's exertions, today was more of the same.
i woke at about 6 with the rain on the tent encouraging me to stay exactly where i was, but i had other ideas.
i wanted to paddle windermere today and after yesterday's peace and quiet on coniston, i really wanted to get there early and have the place to myself.

so a quick breakfast and on the road by 20 past. i was tempted to thrash about and make loads of noise, revving and wheelspinning the car as the steroeo blared, but something told me the people who had been so noisy late into both of the previous nights were going to have a miserable enough day anyway, given the way the site was gradually filling with water.

i was on the water by 7 and paddled around the top end of the lake and along the brathay and rothay rivers as far as i could. my arms and shoulders reminded me how far i'd been yesterday
i have to tell you blipland that sitting on a piece of plastic at 7am on a sunday morning, with 220 feet of water beneath you on england's largest lake, with not a ripple on it apart from the drops of rain, hearing that rain create a hiss all around you, watching a goosander lead her chicks out into the stillness, or a heron fishing... well, its pretty special...

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