So my wasp swarm story. You've been waiting for this, I can tell.
Two summers ago I went walking with Mrs P and a friend. On our return and about a mile from the car park we had to walk down a diverted footpath. This had open fields on both sides, was wide enough to walk single file and enclosed by a three strand barbed wire fence - gotta love farmers!
I was perhaps 50 yards ahead of my wife and friend. A jogger came towards me, I stood to one side and carried on walking. The next thing Mrs P observes is Paul running down the path, throws away his pole, then cap, next rips off the rucksack followed by T-Shirt. Finally they caught up with me somewhat bemused.
Turns out the jogger had disturbed a wasp nest. I walked straight in to an angry swarm of wasps. All I knew was something was attacking me all over so the flight instinct kicked in. We counted over 50 stings.
Mrs P and our so called "friend" have recounted this story with great glee on many occasions. 😭😭😭