A lovely afternoon, warm after the cold and damp snow earlier in the week.

We set off to walk an out and back route to the boathouse, but end up walking on

and going back later with Ann's car to collect the one we left at the start.

We parked at Cinderdale, overlooking the shores of Crummock Water, nestled under the slopes of Grasmoor.

A holiday visitor was taking pictures of the Herdwick sheep

so I must admit I copied him but placed my sheep in context with their home on the fells.

Today the gorse is looking good and smelling 'coconut sweet'.	From the same spot but a totally different photo into the sun.

The lower path here takes us to the beach but it can be very narrow if the lake levels are high.

The green bridge . . . normally in the shade of the oak and ash trees, it has a natural sheen of light moss and lichen.

Beyond this section we enter a deep larch woodland, almost Scottish in appearance, where you lose sight of the lake for a short while.

A hawthorn before the woodland is starting to blossom.	The boys play with sticks down at "Shark Bay".

Back into the mixed woodland and down to the lakeside, crossing the small Lanthwaite stream and emerging at the boat house.

The beach here is often a sun trap and out of the wind, so is popular with families when the lake is busy with visitors.

Today we meet just one couple and their dog here and I think that's Dylan who has run across to greet the other four-legged visitor.

Today's walking is a delight so we decide to carry on home rather than retrace our steps.

We are walking in old mixed woodland now, with everything from beech to Scots pine.

The forest track which has brought us along above the lake now splits and we take the path down to the weir.

Dougal wants to join in the lakeside games, trying to chase the skimming stones without getting out of his depth.