If it's Sunday, it must be water

Another Sunday, another picnic breakfast by a lake while Mr G had a swim, this time joined in the water by his mum. It was significantly greyer and cooler than last time we went. But the Little Gs had fun wandering along the lake side and watching the swimmers.

Mr G and his mum then kindly took the children off my hands for most of the day so that I could concentrate on spreadsheets and the like. This is NOT what Sundays were supposed to be about. Still, some useful catching up has been achieved, so I suppose it was worth it really.