First of all, please accept my apologies for complete lack of posts in the last ten days…Sian and I have been very busy bees. We were out in Miami last week for some meetings with suppliers and partners etc. and we have not stopped since we got back I will do a proper post about that soon.
We flew back home on Sunday after nearly missing our flight, crashed for a few hours, and got straight back to work on Monday. A day in the office after being away for 5 days is never fun, and it was made all the worse by the knowledge that our awesome friends Josh and Lyds were coming out to visit us. They are now here and it is awesome.
But Monday night wasn’t.
We got back to the house at about 7pm, only to find a massive warning sign on our door. “Fergus and Sian – DO NOT ENTER – BEES SWARMING”
You know when you just want to go to bed, in your own bed, after staying in hotels and running around like madmen (women) for days? So we wandered down to the apartment below to ask Anne – our landlady – what was going on. She said she had seen a few hundred bees swarming around our front door, and they would no doubt wake up again first thing in the morning. The bee man couldn’t come until tomorrow (of course) and that if we didn’t want to be stung to death in our slumber, we had better sort out other accommodation.
So off we popped back to the hotel, who were wonderfully accommodating and let Lyd and Josh stay with us for the night. We returned the next evening to utter bee-carnage. We were quite sad – Sian and I love bees, but the guy had found two nests under our house, and he needed to fumigate the place to get rid of them all.
I whipped out the macro lens and asked Josh to help me with Flash. These pictures are a homage to our late friends of the bee kingdom.
They’re not as pretty as my usual stuff – but I felt we needed to do something productive with something so very sad 🙁
So after we swept up the death and cleared off the leaves, chased out the spiders and the millipedes and all the other wildlife that had moved into our house whilst we were away, we settled down for a quick beer. And as we sat and supped, our peace was quickly interrupted by an eerie scratching and rustling from the roof. A few tell tale whimpers and we concluded that we now had a bat stuck in the extraordinarily thin cavity between our ceiling and the aluminium flashing above.
It’s like bloody London Zoo here at times…
But as I write this, we are now (I hope) Bee and Bat free…and hopefully Lyd and Josh can start getting on with their holiday without Mother Nature’s annoying interruptions. And if you’re reading, Mother Nature, take heed; we don’t want to have any more scenes like this in our lovely new home: