Full moon my arse...
Just as I was trying to hold my phone steadily enough to try and capture the full moon over the Forty Foot, I was reflecting that the shot would be pretty lame, compared to the scene that was before my salty wet eyes.
At that precise moment that bloke walked into shot and started to ferociously scratch his arse (it was a three to four fingers job).
I kid you not.
And I knew there and then that I had an enhanced moon blip in the bag.