We crossed Grasmere with hardly a breath of air, gliding through flat, still waters. But as we headed up towards the new boathouse, the clouds descended over the tops of the fells and a fresh breeze started to create movement across the top of the water. Swimming breaststroke we pushed on to the island and then cut across to the other side of the lake, taking care not to swim directly into the wind. By the time we neared our shore, all was quiet again and the sun came out to warm us up. We then took a short journey down to Rydal, to swim around and between the islands in the evening light.  Swimming breaststroke allowed us to chat and laugh, and to stop and just enjoy the magnificent surroundings.