11. Count them. 11 gnat bites. There’s probably more, I just can’t count round the back.
I’m pretty sure, somewhere in the woods, there is a little school of gnats all busily working away, studying hard, so that when opportunity strikes they can hit the target with ease. Possibly my fault for disturbing them by plonking down my little model right in their bluebell patch. She didn’t bother them though – just the adults they went after. Ageist.
I could photograph her all day, every day. I would just need a packet of raisins and some cheese on toast to keep her happy.