“In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.” — John Muir

On the verge of tears or murder, swatting left and right at hundreds of horseflies that were paying the nearby sweaty cattle no heed, I could feel my ire rising as every minute went by. They were leaving Keir alone. Poor Cian was being tormented as well, but it was my succulent thighs that were drawing the most bites, burning red welts spreading under my skin after every goosebump-inducing nibble! It was only 9 am and a full day of surveying loomed ahead of us.