My tick bite of yesterday has started to itch. This morning when I checked a route of a walk I’m leading in September, I stopped to make a note with paper and pencil, and a horsefly took the opportunity to bite my left leg. Perhaps marking time would have been been better than standing still; I would have presented a moving target.
The route had several stiles, one of which was particularly tricky. The horizontal step is so worn that it looks as if it won’t take much to snap it. The distal end (in the direction of the route) has a nail sticking up. The step is close to a hedge of brambles so those climbing over with their back to the hedge run the risk of getting their clothes torn. Those facing the other way risk injury to their legs. The wooden fence, to compound the difficulty, is loose and moves towards the direction of pull of those using the stile. I think teamwork will be necessary on the day.
The small and nimble might be able to step through the two bars of the fence if they remove their rucksacks.