Windermere. Just like 1929

Our clients are scattered far and wide with hardly any very close to home, so it's a treat to have one - a potential one, anyway - practically on our doorstep. Thus, today, I took the half hour drive up to the top end of Windermere.

Whenever I get up into the Lakes, I'm reminded of two things: our annual family visits ever Easter during my teens and, of course, Swallows and Amazons. I feel the latter especially keenly when I see views like this, which, I should imagine, looked almost exactly the same in the summer of 1929, when the first book was set.

This hill down to the lake is just how I pictured the one that Roger runs down at the start of the first book.