Not quite in the usual vein of Sunday photos, here is possibly the strangest self-portrait I have ever taken.
It was at Altona beach this morning, and what you can’t see is the 50 gazillion flies that were zooming around my head (and indeed the heads of everybody else present at the time). Seriously, you’d wave your hand around and hit half a dozen of them. No wonder I didn’t look happy.
PS. 5:30pm Monday. You can get an idea of the number of flies around from this picture of Marita’s arm: