Not a Flower Shot

Dropped in on the Blackheath Flower and Craft Show this afternoon.  Our town has many such events and for some years I've felt compelled to document them.  This show heralds the beginning of spring and the local hall is full of flowers and exhibits such as this one, blipped by Cymbeline.
A quaint and charming affair.

I ran into Wayne, a very old friend, and asked him to stand behind a table.  When he asked why I explained that I wanted his head among the daffs.
As you can see he cracked up.
I had thought this would be in colour, but it was altogether too yellow for my liking.