They find an abandoned camp site....

Nathalie leads the trek around the lake towards the cabin, followed slightly more uncertainly by Emma who is stumbling slightly in her less suitable footwear. Isolde and Alex bring up the rear. Alex is wearing a baseball cap to protect his head from the sun, but he can feel his arms starting to burn and wishes he had brought some sun cream. There are plenty of insects buzzing around the lake and he soon stops his futile efforts to try and swat them away.

He finds himself keenly watching Emma for a signs of a visible panty line. The fabric of the blonde girl's dress is so thin he should be able to see it, especially when it pulls tightly around her curves, but he can't. She must be wearing a very small thong, he thinks idly. Very small, and wedged tightly in her crack.

Exactly where I'd like to be, he grins to himself. She's such a stuck-up bitch.

The fact that Nathalie turned out to be so nice is a surprise though, he thinks. He'd expected her to be stuck-up as well, but she's actually quite sweet. He is even starting to feel a little guilty about the photos on his phone.... although he doesn't delete them, and still admires them from time to time when no-one is looking at him.

Isolde seems quite at home and walks in silent companionship, enjoying the feel of the breeze on her bare slender arms, her uncombed auburn hair shining in the sun. Occasionally she gives Alex an amused look.

After half an hour Nathalie stops walking. When Alex catches up he sees why.

"Filthy animals," she says.

It is the remains of a campsite. It is littered with cans of beer and food wrappings. Alex notices a used condom lying near a particular indent of grass nearer the lake edge. The air is filled with the buzz of agitated flies enjoying the rotting remains.

Isolde bends and picks up a plastic six-pack ring from the ground. "I heard swans can get strangled in these," she says, nearly apologetically, and slips it into her pocket.

Alex pokes around, seeing stubs from spliff ends trodden into the grass and a muddy porn magazine with several pages ripped out.

"Do you think its the people from that car we saw?" Emma asks.

Nathalie nods. "I guess so. Yes, probably. They're disgusting, anyway, whoever they are. Now I really hope we don't bump into them." She shrugs. "Oh well. I'm not clearing it up for them. Lets keep going."

The four companions trek for a further hour before coming to the wooden cabin. It sits just slightly back from the lake in a copse of trees that largely hide it from sight. It is surprisingly large and looks like it has had good use over the years. Nathalie unlocks the main door with a large, iron key and they troop into the main hall.

"There's a living room there," Nathalie says, showing them round proudly. "And a kitchen there. Bigger than you'd think, isn't it? Your bedroom is here, and we'll be over there at the back of the cabin. Each bedroom has a shower and a toilet. Now let's freshen up and then grab some dinner."