My first kiss was when I was at Guide camp on the shores of Lake Windermere. I was 12, nearly 13, and there were 6 of us in our patrol bell tent. Across the lake was moored a houseboat with sea scouts camping on her. We practised our semaphore sending messages to and fro and one night, long after lights out, a group of them rowed across to the shore of our camp. We sat round in a circle on fallen trees and the lovely floppy-haired one sat next to me,his arm went round me very tentatively and oh joy! My first kiss! I've never forgotten sweet, gentle Mike from Kendal in that long ago summer of 1956.