The fishermen

It was cold and raw down by the lake, a feature of Moissy Cramayel that should be more attractive than it is, but has never really matured in this new town style development. Still the dog walkers were out on this bitterly cold, raw morning. I spotted a heron and got a distant shot. By the time I had changed lenses and put in a new battery, it had flown away. These fishermen were braving the cold. They had caught nothing despite an array of lines and expensive equipment. Lunch must have been the high spot of the day.