White Irish flesh is a mosquito magnet.
David has hundreds of NASTY bites on his legs and arms. Strangely,
the little critters aren't too bothered about pasty Welsh flesh. I
have had my share of scrapes though. I cut my leg getting into a
tricycle. I bruised my knee on the writing desk in a hotel. Twice.
And now I am covered in scratches from hiking through high grass and
falling down hardened volcano lava. I think we need some beach time.
