Late brood

We were so lucky. We’d planned a swim after work. When I looked out the window as I was finishing work it was absolutely chucking it down. By the time my friend called it had cleared and by the time we got to the lake it was mistily, vaporously and serenely beautiful. We had a hugely long swim, out to the Minion and then across to Sharrow and then along to Ullswater’s Saint Tropez, the boat club, and back again.

Home to see Andy Murray out of Wimbledon and bottle the elderflower.