We took the train to Smithy Bridge and strolled to Hollingworth Lake, where we hired a rowboat and explored the lake. Straight lines aren’t easy in a rowboat, but I soon managed to get the hang of it. Sailboats soared past us, their grace and speed making us seem clumsy and waddle-some. We stopped for coffee, and for millionaires’ shortbread, and drifted aground. It was a beautiful sunny day.
Could we plan a pirate-themed treasure hunt using the lake, we wondered, over a cone of chips on the shore. I found the LSO performing Classic Rock greats on the way home. Good record. Great day.
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