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My lads had a bumper year from the bees


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5 minutes ago, Lenmcharristar said:

Also pity ya didnt have a few pigs, feed them the leftovers then glaze them with the same stuff mixed with english mustard 

Mustard!!...?....Jesus no....just counted the cartons today....147 ....that's some amount

.pigs and housing estates don't mix too well lol

 

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Something very interesting he showed me today....he has jars of honey in his kitchen ,about 6 very large jars,2 of them are very light in colour,the other 4 are much deeper in colour,..he told me the lighter jars are the start of the years honey,when they gathered  on dandelions and daisy's,then the darker colours are from berry trees and bushes later in the year,...I watched the bees swarm one evening in his driveway and the sky was full of the fuckers,...put the wobblers on me ever since,

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31 minutes ago, low plains drifter said:

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Your obviously a bit of a bee boff, when I was out the other day I saw a sandy cliff with hundreds of holes in and each hole had it’s own bee, I wish I had filmed them as they didn’t seem aggressive or bothered by my presence do you know what they are ???

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16 minutes ago, Greyman said:

Your obviously a bit of a bee boff, when I was out the other day I saw a sandy cliff with hundreds of holes in and each hole had it’s own bee, I wish I had filmed them as they didn’t seem aggressive or bothered by my presence do you know what they are ???

Mining bee

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I love this kind of post. Memories are essential at our time of life. My father and his best friend had 16 hives which were kept in a little conifer planting not far from the farmhouse. During the winter months they had to be fed syrup and the brood boxes made safe from mice, which, if I remember rightly , could get in just about anywhere. In the Spring my dad and friend would load hives onto a trailer and be taken to the local Willow Herb banks for the early honey. Some time later they would be moved onto the local moor so the bees could collect the heather pollen. (Best honey in my opinion).  The combs would be taken out and my brothers and I were employed to spin a centrafugal drum which cast the honey . This then was jarred and we sold it in our shop. Alternately, the combs were set in boxes, much like the pictures on here. One of my most vivid memories was the Rector of our school asking to see me in his office. (Not Again). His question was are you capable of collecting a bee swarm?  In those days my father had a ‘skep’ which was a straw basket type affair with a lid. Basically the skep was set in a position, where, when disturbed, fell into the basket. As long as the Queen went in all was well. I had a smoker which subdued the horde to an extent and was able to transfer the swarm to there new home in the plantation. I also remember a breed of bee which were called Italians. They were the most horrible, nasty little buggers on the earth. Stung like hell. Good days. Jok.

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