I’ve always been very careful about ticks.
After a horse-riding trip in the Mexican Sierra Madre left me with one these blighters burrowed into my leg, I’ve always covered up and checked myself carefully after trips in the countryside.
I was more than a little annoyed, therefore, to find one taking residence at the back of my knee on the drive home from Scotland. I’d been on a walk on the fringes of Glen Nevis the day before but had checked myself carefully in the shower.
Could it have been lurking in my trousers???
Anyway, stopping at the Westmorland services, I removed the little blighter carefully with a purpose-designed tool that my other half had purchased for me in jest.
Ticks are no joke, though. I am now monitoring my health for the next few weeks hoping that I will avoid the nasties that these creatures can carry and pass onto to their unwitting hosts.