I didn’t wake up that morning planning to become a beekeeper. I went to pick up litter. It was one of those ordinary village mornings. Gloves on. Black bags handed out. A small group of us spreading out along the lanes and hedgerows collecting whatever winter had left behind. Mud on boots. Plastic bottles in ditches. The usual. Somewhere along a stretch of hedge I got talking to Colin. I can’t remember how bees came into it. They just did. That’s often how things start — not

The Village Litter Pick The First Hive Inspection The Beekeeping Course Saturdays At The Apiary My First Swarm When Disease Struck Liquid Gold - Honey Harvest Closing Down The Season Preparing For My First Colony The Season That Started It All Over the moon when my B. J. Sherriff suit arrived! - June 2025 My first year of beekeeping began with a litter pick. One invitation. One Saturday at an apiary. Twelve months later I’d seen disease, lost a swarm, reduced entrances agains

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