Taking me back a bit.

I was working this morning and looked out of my study to see this little boat on the Loch. 

My first thought was "Swallows and Amazons" which was one of my favourite books when I was a child.    In fact I consumed the entire series and still remember them fondly. 

I suspect they are largely forgotten now, but the sense of  exciting adventure that they conjured up and the  impression of the  joyfully innocent companionship  that might be had in small  boats sailing on big lakes to real (and imagined) islands in perpetual summers is  still palpable for me, much more than half a century on and flooded back  for a moment or two at least. 

My extra picture shows the dinghy in a wider context.