Early in July, while attempting to move a small swarm of bees, I committed a basic health and safety fail. Rushing, I hadn’t secured my ladder properly, and, inevitably, it moved. I actually wasn’t very high; but, as it turned out, I was just high enough. When I confidently tried to jump to safety, I twisted my ankle and ruptured my left Achilles Tendon. Ouch! So, as September approaches, it’s a sad fact that my mobility hasn’t fully returned and I have to offer my apologies.
The late August Bank Holiday is a traditional target for local beekeepers to have finished their honey harvest and to be beginning to prepare their beehives for Winter. At time of writing, neither of these milestones has been begun, or can be planned for, and the honey remains safely in the hands of the happy Quarry Bees who crafted it. Since you asked, my progress towards mobility is on schedule, but I am nowhere near safe enough to rush back to my beekeeping. It’s logical to stay the course, but incredibly frustrating.
In my absence, kind friends have looked in on the bees and, despite the dreadful Summer, some honey surplus does seemingly exist. So, despite dire predictions, there will be some Gwenyn Maes Chwarel honey, at some point, just not yet or as much as we’d hoped for.
I really do apologise for any disappointment, but normal service will be resumed in 2025. Promise.
Best Wishes
Dave