Conversations with mud
October 21, 2020 —
Glyn Faulkner
When I started learning Finnish, I was advised to learn the words for “snow” and “mosquito”, because “we have one of them all winter, and one for the other three months of the year.”
Finnish mosquitoes don’t typically carry any nasty diseases, but that’s about the only good thing you can say about them: they’re three times the size of their blood-sucking cousins in the UK, are distressingly hard to kill, and worse: they love foreign food.
Me, for example.