Isn't it strange ? in all the years I camped, hiked, etc., I have had less ticks than I have fingers on my hand. Yet now, the damned things are everywhere. As a child I played on a hill farm, in a frock, as wee girls did back then. I mind being hauled back out from the bracken and heather by the old sheep dog who'd become responsible for the children's safety on the steading. She rounded us up like sheep, and pulled me by the knot of the bow at the back of my dress.....and I never, ever got a tick there. Not once, even though I was bare legged, with bare arms too.
My Dad lived wild on Rannoch Moor for three years in the 1930's, and he said he never got a tick or a ked, but he did get clegs and midgies.
Now the ticks are everywhere.
I know we no longer have the organophosphate sheep dips, but surely that alone cannot explain the enormous rise in the numbers of ticks ?
I'm told that you want guinea fowl if there are ticks around. They'll eat them
and in great numbers too.
Maybe we need to convince all those sporting estates to breed them instead of the pheasants.......
M