Three years ago we toured Scotland at the height of the Midge season. I was eaten alive! People on our caravan site loved me because I kept the midges away from everyone else - honestly, no-one could believe how much I got bitten. Random strangers were offering me midge repellent, they felt so sorry for me. Every damn nip left me with a festering itchy sore, too.
This is the first time anything like this has ever happened to me. i used to be one of those smug buggers who rarely got bitten, and as everyone else was being chased by wasps, horseflies etc, I remained complacently unscathed. No longer - something in my blood seems to have changed and I am "plat du jour" as far as small, nasty, bitey things are concerned.
My husband kept saying "Oh, we'll move somewhere else and that'll be it", but they followed me (or sent word ahead to their families that I was on my way).
It was a month of unremitting misery . . .