This morning we both took Rick out early for a long walk through the chestnut woods. The walk should have been idyllic but we were plagued by flies, even at that early hour. It seems to have been a particularly bad year for flies. A few weeks ago I got a painful bite from a horsefly on the back of my leg and the same thing happened to me today. I knew I should have worn trousers instead of shorts. I grabbed a large fern leaf to swat the flies and managed to cut my hand. This walk was not going well.
We both ended up walking along carrying large bunches of ferns, swishing them around like a couple of manic cheer leaders. Rick’s fur coat seemed to protect him from the vicious horseflies.
We planned to have lunch outside today but at midday the skies darkened and we had a thunder storm. We dined indoors and ate gambas flambéed in garlic butter and olive oil; soaking up the garlicky juices with French bread is the best part of the meal for me. Why does food taste better when you eat it outdoors? At least there were no flies inside.