This is what I call a canoe. Not a kayak - although the English get these confused. I love to paddle, and I ensured that we spend some time this weekend off our feet and on the water. So, we spent our last two hours in the Lake District on the longest lake in the country - Windermere. Paddling about, with the Cumbrian mountains in the backdrop, skimming the peripheries to enjoy the nuances of the shoreline. Dan up front while I happily took the back seat to practice my J and C strokes. Frequent breaks for biscuits and crisps, and just to take in the scene. So much fun, and one of the highlights of the weekend. It has been a perfect holiday.