Welcome to the first of my blogs on our journey – A to Bee – in other words, some history of how we got here and then the ongoing journal of Bee Blest. So, the above post, appearing almost a year ago, very much echoed the sentiments of all three of my house mates – my wife and 2 other ladies. All very long-suffering though Suzanne herself actually suffered the least.

Honey was everywhere and….basically, my life would have not been worth living had this continued. It was soon after our small kitchen was taken over by all things honey that I decided I needed to get a dedicated space: a honey shed; a store for beekeeping equipment; a skills development centre; a retreat hut and most certainly a Man Cave! At the time I had no place for it but that’s faith for  you. Now, as you will see from videos and photos and  Instagram posts from May 2nd 2018 I actually do have a cabin in a field that has been miraculously provided.

I only very recently discovered that my Grandfather – Franciszek Kurpiel (1895-1982) – who also kept bees,  used to hide away in his shed and also have a snooze there. The “old-man-snooze” genes have clearly passed to me as I love to recharge with a 15 to 20-minute power nap and… what better a place than near home but on the out-skirts, in the fresh air, in my own shed, in a field which is to become an orchard, near my growing army of beautiful bees?

There will be more in these A to Bee blogs on our blog page. Look out for one that explains why I simply could not avoid becoming a beekeeper – coming soon.