Sunday 7th January, I was living the sailing dream. Coniston was beautiful, with a background of heavily snow capped hills and a steady south/ south westerly breeze helping to push me and Arion towards Peel Island. After lunch I tacked my way back up the lake with a steady wind with occasional gusts. It was freezing, feet like blocks of ice but soon felt better after coffee and fish pie in the Wilsons Arms in Torver. Anne-Marie, after helping me set up the boat, walked from Coniston boating centre to Tarn Hows and met me at the boating centre to dismantle it again. Living the dream!