Protected

My hives are well protected again these days. A fine drizzle was making up its mind whether to stop or not and the long grass and brambles now covering the pile of stones were well and truly wet. I had three choices: 

  1. Walk away and come back another day – The sensible thing to do.
  2. Walk through the nosy heifers and bull – The wrong thing to do.
  3. Go on my hands and knees through the long, wet grass, crawl under the electric wire, clamber over the uneven knoll, battle through brambles and down the slippery slope on the other side, to my hives – The awkward thing to do.

Of course, I choose the latter. I had waterproof trousers on, now was a good a time as any to test them.  Ah! The joys of beekeeping.

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