As it happens we were having a glorious evening sail down Windymere with a gentle breeze, a bit of close hauled/close reach but not having to try too hard, a cold Becks, and a mention on national radio too, infamy at last.
For info, it was that golden sun you get as it's going to bed, no foties though.
I've been roused from my beauty sleep to type exactly what I texted in to the show:
'Hi Simon, sailing on our yacht,sipping on an ice cool beer, lazing on a sunny afternoon - better than The Kinks!
Erica on 'Chiron' Windermere.
He was asking people to text in after they had had a perfect day. We had cycled 11 miles round Grizedale Forest, lunched near Beatrix Potter's home at Hill Top and taken the old chain ferry across the lake then picked up some stuff for an evening's barbeque. We were actually motoring down as there was no wind whatsoever - it being after the 5-0-clock drop. The lyrics to the Kinks's song - 'Lazing on a sunny afternoon' just popped into my head. Actually they were the last two beers on the boat! (until the skipper offered me a schooner of sweet sherry)
Arghiro wrote:Ah-ha, now we are getting closer to the heart of the conspiracy! Poor reporting by OP - I can live with that, I do it often enough myself!
I was flying down the lanes in deepest countryside in the car. No time to write it all down verbatim, its was just that I had seen Lakesailors photos on TOP, and knew that the owners frequented here.
I was most glad to remember any of it to post.