In my last article I wrote about clegs. And in the article before that, I wrote about ticks. Given this latest article’s subject matter, some might accuse me (not unreasonably!) of being obsessed with wee biting beasties, but this time around I was genuinely intending to break the theme and instead write about something nice and inoffensive. Something pretty, or maybe something fluffy. Rowans, perhaps. Or roe deer. But then last month, as fate would have it, I was set upon by the largest concentration of keds I’ve ever encountered. A newsworthy concentration, for sure. And so here I am,…
