Went for our usual evening stroll yesterday - only this time we were suddenly attacked and smothered with flying insects.
They were upon us without any warning. Really horrible, as we were all chatting happily and so these things ended up in our mouths, noses and eyes - as well as all over our bodies… aaaargh.
Flapping at one another frantically, while covering our faces, we turned and raced back towards the village. Only had to go about 200 metres and suddenly there were simply “not there”. My word though, it left us all feeling decidedly itchy.
However, the evening was saved from disaster by the sight of a newly-born calf struggling to move around on wobbly legs, while “mum” looked on anxiously/proudly. We stopped to admire the little one and gather ourselves together. Life is great.