Back to the Bees.

Me and Jinty took a mamoth 420 km round trip excurtion to Middlemarch 'Middle Earth' to see a man about some bees and then to Alexandra to talk to a man about midnight mothing. What a day of charcters.

What started out as an idea for an article ended in an epic pitch idea for the films next week.
Sorry klepto Maurice, your on the back burner now. Big ups to you Mark for the tip off.




I've come back full circle to the bees, but on a much more positve note. This guy Blair is brilliant. He producers organic clover honey from his self owned and operated company, located in an old shed out the back of Middlemarch. Primo spot for an office.



This guy literally oozes passion for his bees and honey. He's like a frame of fresh honey, just lightly break through the exterior wax and the love goo's out. It's infectious. Me and Jinty left feeling as though we had spent a week at a meditation retreat.




The honey boxes and the huge blocks of bees wax all stacked up in the shed smell devine. I wanted to camp out in there.

We opened up some hives in the field without a smoker, Blair says 'You'll be fine if your calm, they can smell fear'. Shit! I try to imagine what fear smells like and try not to emit it.




We leave with an enormous box of honey which i find hard to accept since he has just spent 2 hours saying how hard it is to make a buck these days. So I make a deal in exchange for the pots of pale gold.

We'll be back Blair.