Summer is just about here. I can tell, not just cos of the increasing heat, but because the first marsh flies are out.
There are a few types of these ; some have big green eyes, some we call B-52's - as they are fucken huge.
They all have one thing in common, they generally buzz loudly while flying around then switch to stealth mode and land on you - so gently that you do not notice, until a red hot poker goes into ya. Yes, they all bite. And they hunt in packs. Cunts.
These trees are paperbarks. In a swamp. Full of marsh flies and, unfortunately, no pigs today.