I back natural air miles. Bees. Not planes. Local honey doesn’t need a passport. It moves flower to hive. Mile by mile. Wing by wing. Usually within three miles of home. Imported honey racks up thousands of air miles. Blended. Heated. Filtered. Shipped. All so it can taste like… nothing in particular. Local honey tastes of place. Season. Weather. Hedgerows. Gardens. You can’t fake that with logistics. This isn’t anti-trade. It’s anti-nonsense. If bees can make something excep

There’s a quiet scandal happening in Britain’s kitchens, cafés, and packed-lunch boxes — and it’s time to call it out. Sourdough or Sourfaux

There’s a strange contradiction that plays out across Britain every single day. We’ll stroll into a coffee chain, confidently hand over £6 for a cup of sugary brown milk, call it a treat, and carry on with our lives. Yet present the same person with a jar of real, raw, locally produced honey… and suddenly they turn into an economic strategist. “£7? For honey?” Let’s talk about why that reaction makes no sense. The UK doesn’t produce enough honey The UK only produces around 10