Travelling solo as a photographer has some benefits - no one has to suffer my fast paced walk with sudden stops, changes of direction and u-turns, and I can spend long, still moments gazing at clouds, shadows and light rays without fear of boring a significant other. However, it is more difficult to create naff holiday shots with statues, fountains and pigeons. Every now and then my ego has a spit and demands to be in front of the lens posing for posterity. Just in case I forget who I am and where I was. So here I am, and there I was. Me and my floppy hat that I bought for 2 quid in an Oxfam shop in London; alone on the streets of Erice, Western Sicily.