Lisa and I are just back from a week in the Lake District, which is just about the farthest North I've ever been... lots of very lovely mountains-which-are-probably-just-hills and, well, lakes as you might expect. I bolstered my tenuous and downright fictional claim on Captain Cook's genetic inheritance by spending a certain amount of time on boats, on Windermere. In fact we spent a whole day getting ferried around on a ferry just for the hell of it, and another day piloting a little speedboat around (unfortunately that voyage was cut short by the sudden appearance of some Weather).