For those of you who don't live in Kent (which is the majority of the global population, which is, of course, all reading this blog), you may not know that we've had abysmal weather of late. In fact while I was holidaying in Vienna, winds and rainfall became so strong that most houses around mine lost power and my shed was blown apart. Before that the door, admittedly, was coming to pieces, but it was nothing like it is now.
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| This used to be a shed |
So with the wind doing this, I was slightly apprehensive what might have happened to the hives. I had visions of upended hives, frames scattered about the place and bees somehow half in, half out, dazed, cold and dying in an incorrectly furnished and orientated hive. I really didn't know what to expect. You can imagine my relief when I found both still standing as if gale force winds hadn't taken down the electricity in half of Kent and brought South Eastern Rail to a standstill (ok, that's not such a major feat).
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| The hives: as happy and unruffled as lunar modules after landing |
