It started with a question

A certain topic has been brought to my attention on many occasions recently.  After speaking to people at stalls, via email, on the telephone and face to face, this topic has continued to arise and it now needs to get out of my head.

This topic can be controversial, which has led to some interesting, open minded and sometimes heated conversations, and it all started with this simple, almost innocent question.

“Do you have any honey for sale”?

I am a beekeeper, I am not a commercial beekeeper, a conventional beekeeper or a natural beekeeper or any other name given to label a person who follows a set of goals or beliefs.  I firmly believe that I am and therefore anybody else who provides a home to a colony of honey bees is in fact a beekeeper.

This year we have gained several new colonies.  What I mean by this is colonies that are within their first year inside a hive with us, albeit collected by swarm collection, artificial swarm or have changed their landlord.

These colonies became our garden neighbours or non-paying tenants throughout the year, which to us means they are all in different stages of size and cycle of life.   It is often quite a challenge to ascertain how they are doing and if they are feasible to survive on their own accord.

Last year (2014) I removed 30kgs of honey from our hives.  The honey was sold very easily with a demand for even more eagerly seeking my attention; we even managed to keep a couple of jars for ourselves.  We ensured that the colonies had more than enough honey to get them through to this year.  But it got me thinking and asking myself many questions.

How much honey should be left inside the hive for them?
How much honey do they need to survive until next spring?

My usual answers to these questions were swallowed up quickly and needed recalculating by a load of what if questions

What if we have a really mild winter?
What if we have a prolonged spell of bad weather in spring?
What if they hadn’t made enough honey for themselves this summer?

This got me thinking about…

Do some beekeepers unintentionally take too much honey from their colonies?

Instead of answering this question I let it rest within the murky depths of my mind.

This summer we went to a beekeeping convention where one of the speakers, a respected and experienced beekeeper was presenting to a room of non-beekeepers, I sat in and listened to this different perspective.  The talk was holistic yet scientific and presented in such a way that stopped me in my tracks and brought to my attention my previous questions.

Basically what was suggested was…

A honey bee colony will create surplus honey to provide food for their colony to survive situations which include periods of bad weather and dearth of forage.  This we already knew but what was new to me was the proposal that we should dismiss the usual approach which measures honey production on a seasonal and annual basis and adopt the theory that the bees produce honey that may be needed across more than one season or year. Each eusocial organism endeavouring to ensure that the colony survives what nature throws at them, reduced nectar flow, extremes of temperature and weather without the measurement of a 12 month cycle as we understand it.

This leads me to considering that Honey Bees and Humans have different understandings of the term surplus. So there may be enough for them to survive this winter, but what if we have another cold and frozen 5-6 weeks until May like we had a few years ago? Say that was followed by 2 months of low temperatures and then six months where the rain did not let up… Extreme I know, but worth a thought.

Therefore do they ever really have surplus honey at any one time, maybe not, as they may not need the entire surplus to get through the winter and into Spring but may need their hard worked reserves the following year or year after that.

This different perspective has made me stop and think.

I looked back again to when people say Honey bees started having problems, then added when humans started moving more and more colonies of honey bees out from their chosen homes and locations and into man made hives.

I have considered how our climate and weather has changed over the past 200 years, and took into account the different rates that Bees and Humans are evolving and the current argument which debates whether our two species are evolving together at rates that are compatible and sustainable for both to survive?

The melting pot of arguments only scratch the surface and each needs further research and explanation, however, I am now asking myself as an individual beekeeper.

Should I be reviewing the way I keep my bees?…  Where I live the weather doesn’t fit into the seasons as we traditionally would expect it to…

Are we asking too much of them if we take any of their honey at all? Should we take little and often?

So when I am asked this year “Do you have any honey for sale”?

“No, I don’t sorry”… I have to admit the jury is out on this one today. Tomorrow I might know more to inform my final decision, but for now I will take my cup of tea out to the paddock to watch the bees while I ponder further…

A little bit of Sign envy amongst friends…

GlastonBees (Ian) and Restless Landscapes (Kate) work together on quite a few projects.  We also attend markets and stalls to show to the world what we do.

A few years ago I needed to make some signs for a large project that I had.  This led me to find some plans on the internet to make a Pantograph.  It was a steep learning curve to get the desired results but after an ode to resilience, it was achieved.

A little while later I decided to make myself a sign which I would take with me to markets and stalls as a GlastonBees sign.  This created (or so I believe anyway) some sign envy.  It took some time for this sign envy to show itself but when it did, there were rumours of a sign as a commission for Restless Landscapes.

It took some time for a final design to appear, partly because the ideas that I heard had far surpassed all of my previous sign making projects, meaning that I was unsure of the physical limitations of the Pantograph.

Commission... making a sign, prep workThrough a little negotiation, the design was agreed.  This was going to be the biggest yet, and the most detailed.  My understanding of the limitations of the pantograph kind of had some influence on the size of the final design but this was going to the limit and maybe even beyond.

I really dislike laser cutting and CNC routers when used for craft, as I feel they take some skill away from creating beautiful items; however this project would have been no problem for either of them.  I prefer the pantograph as it will scale down to either a half or a third of the size of the given template; it needs a lot of setting up and excellent hand and eye coordination whilst using it.

Commission... making a sign with the pantographThe final design arrived and required printing out.  It took 24 sheets of A4 paper, which all needed laminating, trimming and taping together.  When it was assembled, the pure scale of the sign became even more daunting, due to the anticipation of repositioning the template and the piece of wood.

I needed a piece of wood to bring this design to life; it wasn’t just the size that I was thinking of but also the colour and markings of the grain.  Thankfully several months ago I purchased a rather large piece of Sycamore with plans for great things which have yet to come into fruition, this project seemed to fit this piece of Sycamore perfectly.

Commission... making a sign, painting timeThe Sycamore was too big a piece of wood for my tools, so after a couple of phone calls, me and the Sycamore were on our way to a timber mill to use their much more capable tools.  After a little time on the Band saw and Thicknesser I had two pieces of beautiful Sycamore to take home.

In my workshop I trimmed one of the pieces of sycamore down to the required size using a Radial Arm Saw and Table Saw before taking it back to the Pantogaph.

Commission... making a sign, painting timeThe actual set up took much thought.  As a child my father taught me to measure twice and cut once, but this job required measure twice, triple check and then after careful placement, check again.

The cutting out of the design took almost 5 hours; this was due to the constant repositioning of both template and Sycamore as I still had to work within the limitations of the Pantograph.  It worked better than anticipated; I pushed my known boundaries and ended up with an extremely beautiful half-finished project.

The sign required 3 different colours for the design.  So it was time to tape over certain parts and get the spray paint out.  To speed things along I used a hairdryer to dry the paint in between coats.

Commission... making a sign, sanding timeAfter all of the painting was finished, I needed to use a sanding machine to remove the excess paint.  It took a bench top belt sander, a portable belt sander and a palm orbital sander to complete the removal of the paint and to finish the surface of all sides of the sign to a smooth finish.

A truly momentous project which in total took me approximately 10 hours from printing out the design to the last bit of sanding, required the use of 3 separate wood workshops, exceeded and made new boundaries and no idea how much time Kate took with the actual design process.

Commission... making a sign almost finishedThe sign envy has shown itself again, this time on my doorstep.

The Railway Terrace Honey Bees

It all started on Thursday 13th November 2014 when I received a telephone call from a very good friend informing me that some Honey bees are living in Cardiff and could do with re-homing.  Due to other work commitments, the soonest we were able to pay them a visit was on Monday 17th November 2014.

So we come to Monday 17th November 2014… and what a day this turned out to be…

I aimed to be there for around 1400hrs but I was then reminded about my Fracture Clinic appointment at 1630hrs.  So Kate and I arrived at the given address in Cardiff for noon and were greeted by the sight of a beautiful small colony that was in fact living approximately 7 foot up in a Blackthorn tree.  There was very little comb present and even less honey stores were seen. The comb was built around some crossing branches which gave them much needed stability, but also required us to give careful consideration to aid in removing these ladies.

The Railway Terrace Honey Bees

Our very good friend who gave us the call initially was also there with us as we thought he would appreciate the opportunity to see them be re-homed.  We chatted and quickly decided the best course of action for them; this involved using a step ladder, a pair of tree loppers and the remainder of our beekeeping retrieval equipment.

We began with a gentle pruning of the immediate area beneath the colony, being very careful not to disturb any branch which was attached to the comb.  There was a lot of banter flying around due to my pruning techniques, as Kate and our friend are both highly trained in horticulture.  After some 10 minutes we were ready to focus on the Honey bees themselves, with one person on a step ladder and the other cutting through the remaining branches which would release the comb and let them fall into the waiting container.

It went absolutely perfectly, the Honey bees were placid and now inside the container, I placed the lid of the container on, to seal them inside.  All in all it took some 20 minutes before we were loading the car up with our kit, saying our goodbyes and were on our way back home.

It was a leisurely 45 minute return drive home when I decided to drive my car into the paddock where the bees were going to live from now on.  I decided on driving into the paddock for a reason.  Only 2 weeks earlier, whilst climbing over the wall into the paddock I ended up with a very badly broken little finger when a piece of the wall fell off (you can read about that little adventure here), plus my car is a 4×4 so there should be no problem… Or so I thought…

The transfer of Honey bees into their brand new Warre beehive was as simple as it comes.  We set the hive in its final resting place and placed a Queen excluder between the two boxes to ensure that when we placed the bees inside, the Queen, if she is in there, would not be able to leave.  The Queen excluder will be removed as soon as I seen signs of comb building, which means that they are happy to settle.

We removed their very empty and very wet comb (from the recent rainfall) from the Honey Bees and lowered the ladies into the Warre beehive on top of the Queen Excluder.  We had been anticipating the arrival of these little ladies for a few days, some food and top bars which had wax starter strips was on hand to complete their rehoming.

After the food was placed on and the hive was closed up, it was time to leave the paddock and get ready to go to my Fracture Clinic appointment which was fast approaching.  So we got in my car and began to drive the long way around the paddock.  It was an unusual but great experience driving through the paddock which was dying back from a year’s growth.  Earlier in the summer the plants were at least 7 foot tall and resembled a thick jungle.

Just as we came to the exit the paddock, my 4×4 car lost some grip; in fact it lost its entire grip.  I tried to reverse, nope that didn’t work, OK well lets go forward again, nope not that way either. There was a lot of laughter coming from within the car at this point as my co-conspirator Kate, often has a joke that my car is not a real 4×4 as there is no differential lock. We quickly decided to go and get her much larger 4×4 which does have a differential lock to pull me out.

Moments later the “Deli” as it is affectionately known arrived in the paddock to rescue my wonderful car.  We lined the Deli up in front of mine, got the ropes ready, attached the vehicles together and began to move my car from its muddy resting place.

This lasted all of about 5 seconds before the Deli too succumbed to the muddiness of the paddock, even with its alleged all singing, all dancing differential lock.

Boy oh boy did we laugh, both of our cars which should easily manage this type of ground, didn’t.  After several attempts of moving the cars we went back to the house to see if any assistance was available.

Two 4x4s stuck in the paddockThe cavalry arrived… Hooray… With a look of disbelief upon his face, as to how we managed to end up here.  There were some more attempts of moving either vehicle before the camera came out and the photographs were made.  My Fracture Clinic appointment was now looming, with just 30 minutes to go, so we decided to let the muddy quagmire win this battle for today, but we were determined to win this war on mud.

Thankfully there was another car for me to use to visit the hospital.  Upon my arrival I was sent to the X-ray department to have another X-ray.  There were 4 people in front of me also waiting, so I was anticipating a lengthy wait.  Fortunately for me, when the next named was called, all 4 of these people stood up and headed towards the relevant room.  I immediately noticed the subtle uniforms and handcuffs restraining one of them.  So there were 3 prison guards escorting a prisoner for whatever fracture that he has received.

After my X-ray and meeting with the Consultant to see how my broken little finger is healing, I headed to Waitrose to collect a couple of items for the household from my mentally noted shopping list.  Once inside Waitrose I noticed that my shopping list had completely disappeared from my memory, so I took a phone out of my pocket and called home to ask for some assistance in remembering.

Once the items were again made known to me, I went to get a trolley, returned to the store to collect the items and headed to the till to pay up.  Once at the checkout, it now quickly became apparent that the money that was in my pocket was not there now…

This induced a panic of searching all of my pockets but to no avail, even though I checked each pocket several times.  The checkout assistant advised me to ask at the Customer Service desk to see if anything was handed in.  I retraced my footsteps through the store before heading to the customer service desk to ask if any money had been kindly handed in.  I explained how much was missing and what notes they were, and then I was given the fantastic news that a very kind hearted citizen had not chosen to keep the money for themselves.  Phew… I was most certainly thankful for such honesty.

The following day, both vehicles were still being held captive by the mud.  In the meantime our friendly local farmer offered to help out; therefore we were waiting of the arrival of a tractor.

The following day I went to my car to collect something while I noticed that the ground was slightly firmer.  This urged me to see if my car would now move, and in fact it did.  It drove directly out of the paddock to my amazement; this encouraged me to try the Deli as well.  Well that didn’t go quite so well and the Deli remained there until the following day when the farmer arrived with his tractor.

A whole week has gone by since we first got stuck and now I have sad news to report.

I checked upon the Railway Terrace Honey bees this morning and found a lifeless hive.  This is always a sad time for me finding dead honey bees.  We tried our very best for them, providing them with a home, with plenty of food and with the best of intentions it seems that they were beyond any help.

I know that they would not have survived if they remained in the tree at Railway Terrace, but I thought that maybe, just maybe we would be able to help enough so that they could see another season.

Sometimes no matter what we do… nature calls

The Compost Bin Honey Bees

This story begins with a message asking me to get in contact with them as there are Bees in their friends compost bin.  After an initial chat about what the bees look like, and how many of them there are, it was decided to pay them a visit.

The Compost Bins Honey Bees

On a Monday afternoon around 1515hrs we arrived at their address to see for ourselves who was living inside the Compost bin.  It was in fact a colony of Honey Bees and we decided to ask some further questions, to ascertain exactly what we were dealing with.  The family moved into their home in January 2014 with Bees already inside the compost bin.  In around March / April there was a lot of activity with at some point a swarm leaving the compost bin.  This reduced the amount of Honey bees and gave the residents some piece of mind.

The family had a second child recently and were a little anxious of raising a young child whilst living with Honey Bees in their garden, which is why I was contacted to remove them.

As I looked at the compost bin, the honey bees appeared active and healthy for a warm October day. The lid of the compost bin was shut, I was unable to see how big and what condition the colony was without removing the lid and disturbing them.

With the honey bee retrieval equipment at the ready, I turned the lid and carefully removed it.  Wow was the first word that sprung to mind at the initial sight of the colony.  The colony had made some beautifully shaped comb and they had a placid personality.

I managed to place the lid upside down on the floor so we could begin the removal of this colony.  We started by removing all of the honey comb and placing it inside a container, there was some honey inside the comb, but not enough for them to survive until the following spring.

Once the entire comb was removed, I shook the remainder of the Honey Bees into the container.  It was now time to retrieve the Honey bees from the compost bin, therefore it was time to use the bee vacuum.

I turned to the container which now contains the comb and honey bees.  I placed on a lid that had been adapted to take two vacuum hoses and prepared to remove them.  I turned on the vacuum and began sucking up any honey bees found on the compost bin and us, this process did not take long to complete and we were finished and ready to pack up and return home.

After a 45 minute return drive home, all that was left to do was to rehome this colony into their new home, which is my demonstration Warre, so after a little setting up, the beehive was ready.

I placed a queen excluder between the 1st and 2nd box which would contain the Queen inside the beehive.  Comb with honey stored inside was separated from the empty comb and placed on top of the queen excluder to give the colony their honey back to them.  The bees inside the container were then poured into the beehive before we closed up the hive and walked away.

The Compost bin Honey Bees new home

We just have to wait in anticipation to see how these honey bees take to their new Warre beehive.  As long as we see some new comb being built under the top bars, with Honey bees continuing to live inside, hopefully, just hopefully we will see them in the Spring of 2015 ready for another year.

How do you break a little finger whilst going to tend Honey bees???

X ray of my broken little finger

I will tell you exactly how.

Kate wanted to check how much Honey was inside her Warre beehive to see if any could be taken out.  We got a plan sorted, put our suits on, got the box of beekeeping equipment and headed towards her Warre beehive.

I went first to climb over the wall to take the equipment over before we started.  As I grabbed hold of the stone wall, a large piece from the wall fell and landed upon my little finger

AAARRRGGGHHH…

My instant reactions were to push the rock off my hand and take a quick glance, there was blood all over my finger, and pain was immediate and so very overwhelming.  Instantly I knew this was bad.

The pain levels and amount of blood took my mind back to a previous injury where I cut through the top of my thumb with a table saw. (you can read about how I done that in another blog “A constant reminder of the hazards of building beehives”)

I turned and ran to the house, running past Kate informing her of an injury and headed straight for the kitchen sink to clean any blood off my hands.

The pain levels were increasing, Kate came to see me at the sink to see what the urgency was.  Kate knew that at this very moment in time she needed to be very calm, to be able to help me.  Kate knows of my accident record, with multiple visits to Accident & Emergency, so anticipated the worst.

Broken little finger

Kate took a look at my hand to see what was wrong.  Thankfully the bleeding stopped quickly and Kate asked what happened.  Shock began to kick in quickly along with feeling sick and overheating.  I took a seat holding my finger wrapped in a clean tea towel whilst saying some expletive words that cannot be repeated here.

After some 10 – 15 minutes the pain subsided and I returned to some kind of normality.  A dressing was applied and we put the beekeeping kit away.  It was decided that a visit to Accident & Emergency was not yet required, but if the pain was still apparent the following morning, maybe then a visit was needed.  A couple of paracetomol helped to take off the edge and we carried on our day.

Later that day we continued getting ready for a Halloween party to be held at home the following evening.

The next morning the pain was still around, so I jumped in the car and paid another visit to Accident & Emergency.  After some 2 ½ hours, the conclusion was that the middle bone in my little finger was broken.

Broken little finger

On the following Monday morning at the local hospitals Fracture Clinic, I was seen to by two consultants, one was a hand specialist which was very fortunate.  He informed me that I had crushed the tip of the middle bone at the joint with the end bone.  Looking at X rays, showed the bone is now in six pieces.  The advice given was to see how it heals by itself with further check-ups with a potential operation in the future if the worst case scenario makes itself known.

The little finger now has a lovely little splint on it for the foreseeable future until they know more.

I am still amazed at how quickly a simple task can turn into chaos from a little accident.

50 Shades of Honey

I remember visiting a friend’s home when they were bottling honey from their beehives, the different colours of each jar was inspiring to me.

A few years later and it is my turn to harvest some honey.  I have only taken a little bit of honey from my hives in the past but this year was more than I was used to.

There are two hives at my workshop, one National and one Warre beehive.  After checking how much honey was there in September, it was decided to take 2 supers from the National beehive and 1 box from the Warre beehive.

Super frame

National super Warre box with honey comb

When the boxes made it home, it was decided to start on the National supers first.  From following the instructions carefully from various websites, we worked on one frame at a time cutting the honey comb out into a container and slicing it up into many pieces to help release the honey.  We then mashed the comb with a potato masher or a pestle.  Once the container was full of mashed up comb, we inserted muslin into the fruit press followed shortly after by our mashed up honey comb.  We continued this until the fruit press was full.

Slicing honey comb Mashing honey comb Honey Press

Before we even started pressing, honey began to flow through the muslin and was on its way.

We began to use the press and with the honey aided by gravity, it flowed through our 2 sieves before falling into a container.  We used sieves to catch any large bits that were not honey, this could have been wax, parts of bees or anything else, this process was repeated until both supers and Warre box were complete.

Honey Press Sieving honey

To my surprise, we harvested 10kg from super 1, 10kg from super 2 and 10.5kg from the Warre box.  What a fantastic surprise to have 30.5kg of pure honey from the most wonderful Honey bees living in Cwmbran, South Wales.

Now that we had a considerable amount of nature’s sweetener, it was decided to keep some and bottle some.  2 different types of jars were purchased and so began the bottling process, this was a most enjoyable experience on my senses.  The sights, smells and of course the tastes were fantastic, even awe inspiring and many other words that I would only find in a thesaurus, or that I make up like fan-dabbie-dosey.

Honey Jar

It was time to think about labels for these jars, it was quickly decided that we would design them ourselves and not pay for the quite frankly boring designs that are widely available or for the fees of a designer.  So after way too many hours learning about a certain design software, a design was chosen.  This however was not the end of the design story, as the printers who were to print them, needed slight modifications to the design for it to work.

Honey Jars

After many, many hours of work, from spending time with the Honey bees, research, cutting honey comb, using a press, bottling honey, tasting honey, designing labels and sending multiple emails to the printers.  This is something of which I thoroughly enjoyed, learnt so much, tasted so much, had so many headaches but would not change any of it.

Scroll Saw Madness

As a supplier to the beekeeping world, and due to its seasonality, there are times when I can focus on other work.

A visit to the 2014 Treefest event held at Westonbirt Arboretum was on the cards this year.  There were plenty of opportunities to see what other people from around the UK do with varying sizes and different types of wood.  There was an abundance of stalls, which to me personally, looked very similar but there were two stalls in particular which stood out.

These two stalls used a certain type of tool which is able to produce amazing results.  The tool in question is a Scroll Saw.  Seeing the work they produced inspired me to give it another go.

I already have a Scroll saw but it has been gathering a lot of dust, with offcuts placed on top of it in the workshop.  I retrieved it from the workshop monster and began to get to grips with it again.

I struggled to use my Scroll Saw previously, which is why it was put away, but seeing how it was done at Treefest helped me realise the potential these machines have, in the right hands that is.

After fighting with my Scroll saw recently and losing too many times, I decided to invest in another one; this was an outstanding decision and I have not looked back since.

So I purchased a Diamond Scroll saw, which is approximately 30 years old, probably the best machine to get due to its diversity in its use.  The blades are easier to change, it has the ability to use different types of blades if needs be, can work with much bigger pieces of work, has a variable speed motor but best of all, it has a foot pedal which when I use the machine, sounds like a sewing machine which I believe is just fantastic.

Scroll Saw

Scroll saw

For the upcoming autumn / winter madness of attending Christmas craft events and markets, whilst I wait in anticipation for the next surge in Beehive sales, it will be a very busy time for the new to me anyway Diamond Scroll saw, producing new and interesting craft.  The ideas are already starting to flow, just need more offcuts.  I will post more photos of my work soon.

Western Red Cedar Tree silhouette Western Red Cedar Wales Country outline Oak Elephant Silhouette Ash tree silhouettes

We’re reaching boiling point here…

 Something happens at this time of year in September and I’m not sure if I like it.  Christmas stuff and markets begin to appear everywhere I look.  This just happens to coincide with my removing of excess honey and wax from within the homes of the GlastonBees ladies.

This year I have decided (through help of a friend) to begin making wax products to sell when GlastonBees has a stall.  This has been an anxiety filled subject for me in the past, after hearing tales of kitchens on fire and visits to hospital, but belief was by my side to give it a try.

My research came mainly from youtube.  What a wonderful source of information, here I learnt how to melt wax, how to filter it and how to transform it into something else. Obviously safety is high on my list, but cleanliness tends to falter when my imagination and learning skills are given top priority.

A wonderful friend helped decide the best items to make, start off with a few different products I was told.

For the past 4 nights I have been slaving away at the cooker, melting and filtering wax to produce lovely smelling pure beeswax.

 

Night 1 consisted of finding the best utensils to use to melt and filter the wax.  

Night 2 consisted of continuing the melting and filtering effort with improvements made to the utensil list to make the whole journey more efficient.  

 

Night 3 was fantastic, finally got to use the moulds that were recently purchased.  A few more improvements have been decided for next time but the emphasis was on learning to pour liquid wax in moulds without making such a mess, afterwards they were placed in the kitchen over night to settle.

 



Night 4 was a chance to look at the newly made candles. I must say, they look a treat.

Show me the Honey…

A time in the beekeeping calendar has arrived recently for GlastonBees.  It all started when taking 1 super filled with frames of Honey from Gwenyn Mêl 2 (the National hive).  

After taking up the kind offer from a friend, I had the use of his honey extractor for the weekend to speed up the process of collecting honey.  Gwenyn Mêl 2 (the national hive) have a brood chamber and a super to use for their colony development, so the other super filled with honey was considered excess by moi.  
  
This year I have gone from 1 lovely colony of honey bees to 3 lovely colonies of honey bees.  The 2 newer colonies arrived in June and August, and have yet to produce, what I deem the recommended amount of stores for them to survive through to the spring of 2014.  So without any hesitation, the Honey that was just taken from Gwenyn Mêl will be stored and used to supplement the others as and when required. 


This did baffle the minds of some people who were expecting to get honey from me as soon as some were available.  Well the way I see it is this…  These wonderful ladies have worked their little arses off at every available opportunity to make this Honey and it is the best possible food for them to feed on.  



Why another person would take most of this honey from the lovely honey bees and replace it with a sugar syrup or ambrosia, is something which I struggle with.  I understand that there is a potential financial gain to be made, but I believe that bees should only eat honey, and their own at that.  They should only be provided an alternative such as sugar syrup if it is the last resort, as a matter of survival. The benefits of the bees must be prioritised before the benefit of the beekeeper.

So far there has been only 2 jars of honey taken from the heavily laden container.  This wonderful Cwmbran honey tastes amazing, yes I may be biased but those who have tasted it have also agreed, that it tastes better than shop-bought honey.

For the time being the honey bees living in my hives will be closely watched to check on the amount of food stores that they have, with plenty of food in standby incase they need a help in hand.

Nos da bawb

Please take a seat…

Hello again, how are you today?  Just thought that I would keep you updated with some of my adventures.  Recently I was asked if I would refurbish a couple of benches for a family. After thinking about it for a few moments, it was decided to see what I can do.

When I saw the benches, it became apparent that they were looking a little worse for wear and needed a little care.  The first job on my list was to retrieve the benches from the customers home without a certain someone who lived there knowing about it. These benches have sentimental value to the family, so their longevity was of the utmost important and I wanted to do an excellent job for them.

Upon my arrival at home I had a closer look at what work was needed, it was decided to replace all of the wood with new, brush back all of the wrought iron, straighten the metal supports, followed by a spot of paint and replace all of the bolts, nuts, washers and screws.


After a few hours of scrubbing the metal down with a giant metal toothbrush whilst making some callouses on my hands, I paid a little visit to an annoyingly expense shop to purchase some hammerite spray paint.  Two tins must be enough, surely…


In between the coats of paint drying, I started on replacing the wooden slats.  Inside my wood shelter were some pieces of Larch that were just crying out to be used.  So after a visit to the table saw, the Larch was cut into slats awaiting the next part of their transformation.


Now it was time to visit the planer and thicknesser.  This will give the wood a nice smooth finish to the wood, and show off its lovely peachy coloured grain.  After the wood has gone through the thicknesser it is time to visit the table saw again to have their final cuts to ensure they fit perfectly on the bench.


Holes were then drilled in the wooden slats for the new 6mm thick bolts, followed by countersinking the holes.  Time now for me to switch on the concentration.  Each piece of the wood needed to be exactly the same, the holes and countersinks needed to be in the correct place to ensure a lovely finish to the benches when completed.

Back to do a spot of painting again, and the sudden realisation that the two tins of spray paint will not be enough.  So another visit was needed to the annoyingly expensive shop to purchase another two tins of hammerite paint.  

Once the painting and wood work was done, all that was left for me to do was to reassemble them and return them to their rightful owners.



I am very pleased to report that they absolutely love their benches… What do you think of them?