Fly by night

Up and into the monster breakfast tucker quite early for a change so we were out on the road to the rock by 10am. First up a big circumnavigation and I’ve got to say it’s a pretty impressive big thing. We got out the car at the west end of it and started a walk along the foot. First person we met gave the SK a small branch as a fly swat. That was a bit ominous. Yep, flies, lots of flies. Wee buzzy ones that prefer eyes, ears and nostrils to alight on. So not the most relaxing of strolls. We met a few other people, though the place was pretty quiet - a few were smug insect be-netted sorts who I almost mugged.
We speedily returned to the car and then back to lounge by the pool and made a start on a bit of reading - the Optician of Lampedusa. Time to draw breath.
But not for more than a few hours as we were out to some fun shenanigans in the desert as the sun went down. Drinks, canapés, that sort of thing. And flies. But at sunset they all disappeared and we joined a table, largely of the leisured class from the US, for more ‘bush tucker’ (strangely no termites) and a guided talk on the southern night sky before we were let loose to roam through Bruce Munro’s Field of Lights which is stupendously huge. But not quite as magical as the rock. Though fly free, which is a big plus.