A Bridge Too Far

Chris endures a rather confusing trip down memory lane!

There's nothing like a countryside walk on a crisp sunny winter's day, is there? And there's absolutely definitely nothing quite like it if you have my mum and dad with you.

I visited my parents last week, just to prove I could. After months of Mum telling me, quite admonishingly, that there was no way I'd ever get a ferry and drive 75 miles just to nip in for a cup of tea, I thought I'd do just that and turned up on their doorstep on a Thursday morning.

Mum was livid to see me. This wasn't because she can't stand the sight of me, but because I hadn't told her I was coming and there were no pork pies in the house. I assured her I didn't like pork pies, and we set out for a nice walk beside a local stream.

A few yards into the walk, as you'd expect on a winter's afternoon, the subject of flying ants came up.