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Thursday 29th September 2005
   
Today saw the partial realisation of one of my myriad of ambitions. This one was an easy one: go rowing in a lake with a bottle of red wine. The only thing missing was a bottle of wine. But there I am, rowing across Grasmere. Here's a link. We started on the north side, and I rowed all around the circumference, narrowly avoiding miscellaneous shallow waters and strange floating weed things. We could only land on the island in the case of emergencies. Later on that day, blisters on my fingers, we went for a walk, somewhere near Ambleside . . . we being me, M****, A****** (who wasn't doing much walking) and M****'s grandparents, Peter and Therese, at whose house we had stayed at the previous day.
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