Flies. A pestilence from the Old Testament. Fu@king hundreds in a cloud around my head and over my dog while walking yesterday evening up a heather covered hill. And while pitching my tent to give me refuge.
I have nevet known so many to swarm. A combination of still, warm air and the season? I suppose 'hill flies' have a season too.
Give me cool breezes and the longer nights of Autumn and Spring.
