
The air was heavy with St Mark’s flies: shiny, black and about a half-inch long, feeding on cow-parsley flowers. They are top-heavy insects, with a thorax like an old Dragon Rapide biplane and a body that tapers to nothing. Their flight is jerky and uncertain. They kept taking off like Blériot on a maiden flight, dropping out of the sky quite suddenly, only catch themselves, as if on an invisible safety net, and set some new and equally aimless course.
Deakin/Waterlog
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