We have been back on the boat since Sunday
afternoon, after an early-ish start from Scotland. Our leave taking was marred
by my being viciously attacked by a HUGE ravenous swarming horde of midges.
There were so many of them it was almost impossible to see the car which they
had ambushed in the sure and certain knowledge that I, dressed in T-shirt and
shorts, would be coming out to complete the packing. I am not clear how they
knew that David isn’t the one with 3D puzzle knowledge for fitting in far more
than we arrived with, or how they knew he would be wearing jeans and a
sweatshirt. After being soundly, roundly and profoundly bitten, I covered
myself in most of what remained of Marta’s tube of Anthisan and off we went with the
car full of the little b*stard biters. Tim had told us that they do not attack
if the wind is going more than 4mph, so we drove off with the windows open to
suck them out of our space. Those that clung to the cloth on the window frames
were viciously crushed where they crouched. And did I mourn their passing? Not
on your life!
Since then I look like I’ve got chicken pox
– bites up and down my legs and arms, on my neck and face. On Monday I had to
resort to getting antihistamine tablets so I’d get some relief and be able to
sleep. Things are improving, dear reader, and now all I have are slightly itchy,
but very red HUGE mountains on the aforesaid legs, arms, neck and face.
So away with feminism, I say – let the man
pack the car! And make sure he is dressed appropriately in shorts and T-shirt…
PS Forget to say that when we were driving
the boys to the dinosaur park on Saturday I saw a red squirrel running across the road near
Corsock! Lovely, and so much smaller than the grey squirrels that are
everywhere in London’s parks.
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