Yesterday I went for a bit of a trek with a friend, following a trail which abruptly ended, we decided to go with what looked like a path (little more than somewhere one or two people had walked) through the tall grass (roughly my head height, so 6"), and after about an hour of this, I remembered: I like summer, summer does not like me.
Holy hell I hate hayfever. It's bad enough most of the year, but god-damn if for the past two days I haven't been sneezing and oozing more phlegm than I have in the week before. That, and wearing shorts in tall grass/Stinging nettles in a bad idea.