The shape of the British electrical outlet was unexpected. The outlet is tightly covered so that wires cannot be inserted, and it does not conduct electricity unless a hard metal rod is pushed in with force. It is a well-designed safety system. This way children cannot tamper with it. In comparison, Japanese electrical outlets pose a risk of electric shock, so I feel that there is a difference in thinking.
Early in the morning, the youth host told me about the electrical outlet adapter, which is necessary for the charger of the digital camera. Apparently you can buy one in the town of Ambleside. Since I had some time before breakfast, I walked about 30 minutes into the town. As I walked along the road, all the shops in the town of Ambleside were closed because it was still early in the morning. However, I found the adapter in the window of a camera shop. But after breakfast, it was too far to walk here again.
After breakfast, I first went to look for the North Pole on Lake Windermere. The last time I came here with my wife in 1998, I didn't think there would be a plate. At that time, I was thrilled just to be standing on the ground of the North Pole, where the D brothers Dick and Dorothy reached, in the middle of a snowstorm. However, I later found out that there was a plate indicating the location of the North Pole, and I realized that I had missed it and would have to come back for another North Pole expedition.
Leaving the youth hostel, I walked a little north along the lakeshore, and found the North Pole right away on the grass in Lake Head Park. From the stump, walk diagonally left towards the lake, and then walk a little in the southeast direction towards Windermere youth hostel. There was a round stone plate about 20 cm in size buried in the grass. It said North Pole, and this is the North Pole. I stroked the plate and was thrilled to finally have come here. This is where the North Pole was during "Winter Holiday". To commemorate our reaching the North Pole, I planted the expedition's flag next to it.
I can go south on Lake Windermere by bus, but I should take a boat here. I took a regular boat to Bowness. I sat on a bench on the aft deck with a good view of the lake. Maybe we'll find Cache Island or Chick Rock. As I approached Bowness, I was finishing a postcard I had been working on on a bench on the deck, and the man sitting next to me started talking to me about the illustration on the postcard. The ferry turned left just before Long Island and headed for Bowness. A fighter plane roared low over the lake. Then a World War II-era propeller plane passed by and disappeared into the mountains. Maybe there was an air show nearby.

From the deck of the liner, I couldn't find a small island suitable for Hidden Island. However, near Long Island, I came across six small OP class training yachts with red sails being pulled vertically by a rubber boat with an engine. They were probably going to practice offshore, and small children around the first or second grade of elementary school were being pulled in matching life jackets. It's great, they learn how to operate the sails at that age.
After buying a power adapter to charge my digital camera at a home goods store in the town of Windermere, I walked north to the Steamboat museum. It had been five years since I last came here. I remembered to buy a pamphlet this time when I bought an admission ticket. First, I went straight to the outdoor pier to see Captain Flint's houseboat. It was tied to the wharf so that I could ride it on the lake at any time.
I sat down on a nearby piling and slowly started sketching the houseboat from the front. A little while later, a museum guide arrived, and with permission, I went inside the houseboat with him. There was a long, narrow table in the middle of the boat, and long chairs were built into the sides. It was the same interior as the Fram, depicted in the book. It really felt like I had entered the world of the book. Cakes and tea were prepared on the table. There was a letter that Nancy had written, and Polly the parrot was in her cage. I sat on a bench on the side of the boat, and found myself in the very cozy cabin of the Fram. Outside the window, the cold icy surface of a snowstorm was spreading out.