Zandenplas

Yesterday hubby and I took a drive to what we call a lake and what others might call a pond. It's just a short bike ride from here, but we were feeling lazy and took the car.
He has distinct memories of swimming in it as a child, and often of not swimming in it because it was so dirty. There was a couple hanging out in the evening sun with a fire lit, which is illegal. We passed by the corners where teens go to fool around, saw the beer bottles littering the beach, candy strewn across the sand.

But mostly my eye fell on this: