After Grub

The Bossess said in a rash moment that we would go out after grub tonight and we did.
Evenings can be truly wonderful at this time of year and there was no wind and the dying sun was just dropping behind the mountains in the west painting everything with a golden glow.
The lake front was deserted and the sticks were ALL MINE but The Bossess still has tendinitis and was a rotten stick chucker. Normally The Boss would have lent a hand (Get it...a hand...OK!) Oh alright. Er...yes he would have but he was lurking behind with his camera waiting to catch the action. See above. After a southerly change the skies here can be brilliant, clean crisp and dust free and so they were tonight. After Grub.
See the silly dog