There was only the lone swan when we got to the gravelly beach. Then a pair paddled in, followed by another three.
They waddled up the beach, stood there, three feet apart from one another, and began picking themselves clean. It was a mass display of personal grooming.
Like a self-service manicure parlour.
This was in Skradin, a sleepy little town best known for its proximity to Krka National Park. We had done the park the day before, and was just passing time waiting for the bus. There was a swing nearby. The swans were the only company we had and the sun was on us and frying our heads off. We didn't mind.
We would have stayed longer, doing nothing, not talking, but it was time to go catch our bus.