No year before has been as bad for midges as this. Making bilberry picking attractive only for the most determined of addicts. But this morning was the worst yet. Standing still for more than half a minute was an invitation to be eaten alive. The gate in the picture was the scene of a shameful and cowardly retreat by Blacka Blogger as he charged up the hill to find some moving air. After all (as Bertie keeps being reminded when hiding from wasps), they're only tiny creatures.
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