I'm not a pleasant sight at the poolside this morning. My body looks like a crossword puzzle. The white bits are interspersed with an impressive array of black bits - all around the ribcage, on the hip, small of the back and on the thigh. Decide to stay and rest, though conditions not ideal. The wind has dropped, the thermometer is showing 42° centigrade and the most intrusive flies in the world are about, seeking out every facial orifice with single-minded persistence.
Retreat to my room and, towards the end of the day, watch the light changing on the brittle, cauterized rock walls of the mountains of the MacDonnell Ranges, which turn from bronze to copper to ochre and, at night, when the moon is up and there is total silence, to a ghostly, silvery grey.