A year ago today we were travelling up through Italy and France and nothing momentous had happened.
But last night something momentous happened to the hornets.
The neighbour arrived well after nightfall in his jeep and we bumped and careered through the olive grove narrowly missing the trees till we were almost beside where the hornets’ nest is. He insisted I stay in the car and donned a perspex visor to complement his hooded jacket. He looked like a burglar creeping through the dark, only turning on his torch when he was right by the nest.
He blasted it with the special foam spray, filling the hollow and coating also where there might have been other entrances. The stuff shone snow-white in the torchlight.
Then we left. I haven’t had time today to go and see if there’s any life left. I’m sure it’s a sorry spectacle.