Anyway, as I passed the 'boating lake', that hasn't seen a rowing boat for maybe twenty five years, lo and behold there are boats scooting around. A group of modellers was out putting their creations through their paces. The schooner was particularly good, unlike my camera- I only took the tiddly one as I wasn't expecting to see anything interesting. But there you go, and I was a Girl Guide so should know better.
The operators were all gentlemen of a certain age, with plenty of people watching. The ducks and swans were impassive and swam alongside the boats, maybe they come every week and I've just not been out early enough?
When I was in the 6th Form and summers seemed to be better, the boys would row us round the lake for what seemed like hours on end. Or we'd go to a small cafe in town and commandeer the back end, drinking endless cups of tea and talking, talking. The lady owner liked us as we always cleared up and took the trays back to the counter.
When the lake was remodelled some years ago a little dock was put in, to make it easier to get into boats, instead of having to half-leap from the shore. But the boats never came back, such a shame.
More recently a slightly hysterical girl decided to end it all by leaping into the lake, followed by a few would-be rescuers. She was mortified to find it's not much more than thigh deep, and had to wade back to the dock and drip all the way back to school. She did, however, get her fifteen minutes of fame and that seemed to do the trick.