A narrow brook, leaping from the heights above, passed through the centre and gave a quite uncontaminated water supply.

All around rose peaks which had not been visible at The Woodlands, the rough, splintered crest of Craig Mawr, the smoother summit of Pencastell, and the almost inaccessible precipice of Carnedd Powys.

It was glorious to sit by the lake and feel that they were not obliged to return to school before dark, but could stay and watch the sun set behind Pencastell and the gloaming creep quietly on.

Of course everybody wanted to explore the immediate vicinity, and little bands, each in charge of a Torch-bearer, were allowed to skirt round the lake within sight of the camp.

Each girl had her League whistle, and knew the signals which meant "Meal-time", "Danger", and "Return instantly to camp".