Nosing

The osmanthus is still humming - counted at least four types of bee on there at lunchtime, and this interloper, a bee fly.  The extra exposes the underlying fly rather more.

For various reasons the day didn't take the direction I'd had in mind, not least because the local builders merchants decided (edict from head office I gather) not to deliver the sand I ordered and paid for on Monday, because it was a residential address.  I'm entirely forgiving of any such thing at the moment but I fail to understand the logic that delivering to a house is more virally dangerous than to a rather more populated building site.