Oh yes, the long, hot summer of '76. A glorrious time to be 16 and unexpectedly having the house to myself for several weeks. But no ladybugs to speak of, over

Oh yes, the long, hot summer of '76. A glorrious time to be 16 and unexpectedly having the house to myself for several weeks. But no ladybugs to speak of, over here across the North Sea from you. Jellyfish, on the other hand. I remember sailing through shallow waters almost solid with them. Also a one-off, never seen anything like it since then.