On a late afternoon in May, when the Lakes were beginning to take on a warm, green summer glow, we drove over to Crummock Water after rock-climbing in the Borrowdale valley. The bluebells created a flash of colour among the trees as we walked through the woods. We found a quiet bay, where the only sounds were the lambs in the field and the birds. The water looked like glass as we swam out, creating ripples across the surface. The odd walker descended down from the hills, a baby slept in a child-backpack carried by its mother, and a sheep with its lambs took a drink from the lake. It was a lovely end to the day.