Lonely Shoes

After a sweaty afternoon of gardening and cellar clearing (See JanHar's blip for detail) we went down to the local lake to rinse off and cool down.  Arriving at about 7 in the evening the place was deserted. Only a pair of forgotten black crocs remained from the daytime activities here.
We swan for about 15 minutes and then sat on the rocks in the evening sun, drinking a cold beer. Then it was home for dinner…