Balmy Bassenthwaite

I painted the edges of the next wall in Wills room before Tom stared his audio narrating recording. The floor was too creaking to continue once he'd started.

A friend and I met for lunch at Walton, we were joined by Grace, a lady from the village who had come on her own and asked if she could sit with us. The crack was good and there was a lot of reminiscing.

The air and water temperature at Bassenthwaite was 21 degrees. We toyed with the idea of swimsuits only but chickened out and went with the neoprene. 3 of Julies young team colleagues joined us, it was fun.

Thanks for the photo Caroline.