Remember that episode of The Simpsons where there is a flu epidemic, and the flu germs travel around in visible clouds and attack people? That is just what Scottish Mist is like, except the germs are midges, and they don’t just bite you and move on. They surround you and stuff themselves into every pore of skin you have whether it’s covered by clothing or not, and suck your blood. Over, and over, and over, and over again. The only way to describe them is ‘little F*CKING bastards!!’
There are repellents you can buy which can be effective when you are going for a short stroll and there aren’t many midges around. However on a day when it’s wind-less and damp, the air is visibly thick with them and no amount of poison will keep from thirsting for your blood.
We’ve both spent a few days in the garden this week getting the place tidied up for an ‘open garden’ day for charity. The day went really well and the gardens looked smashing, but let it be known that it was at the cost of blood. Our blood. And lots of it.
Pictures will be forthcoming as soon as god consumes an overly greasy god-sized recovery breakfast.