In reply to Rigid Raider:
The fecker got me on the ankle as I nearly trod on it. It was nine at night and we had just driven 7 hours and pitched up. The midges were out and we were knackered.
Initially my symptoms were ‘ feckin hell, you Kent’.
It fecked off and I bled the wound as much as possible.
I decided to monitor the bite with a bottle of Newcy brown and put some of my whisky on it.
After an hour the midge bites were worse than the adder bite, and not being too worried I went to bed.
In the morning the bite was a bit swollen but I had no other symptoms other than being knackered.
Went up Ben Wyvis after a flat sausage buttie in Aviemore then drove to Keswick as the weather remained shite.