As I started writing this, he came out of the shower and announced, "I've got a tick!"
Rest assured, this was a lovely big fat one on the underside of his arm. "Time for operation tweezers," says I.
Tick fully removed, I said, "There you go. You've had a tick now, so tick that off your list."

In another post, I ranted about the effectiveness of DEET, but I neglected to bring the big bottle of DEET with me, opting for a pen sized smaller Deetless repellent which I can now declare is total crap. I was devoured yesterday evening. I am totally polka dot, itching and falling asleep with anti histhamine.
Wales was worth it.
