The accepted term for this sort of intrusive photo-journalism is ‘insect porn’. Who am I to swim against the tide. This is a couple of crane flies at it (for ages, thankfully as the light was terrible and getting the photographs took quite a while) in the morning sunshine:
And then nearby this solitary figure lurking where he thought he would not be found. My stalking skills are coming on in leaps and bounds. Soon, there will be no escape.
That aside it was all work and very little displacement activity. I still have not thought of of a line of conversation should I have to make small talk with our Mayor at tomorrow evening’s civic gig.