Sadly the swarm I hived last June didn't survive our long cold winter. They made it through til April but then for some reason dwindled away so that by the beginning of May I had an empty hive and a box full of dark comb honey of an intense and nutty flavour.
I put my name down on the swarm list of my local beekeeping association and waited http://thesundew.co.uk/el-beeks/.
My hive is right outside my bathroom window, so the silent hive was a daily reproach.
On Sunday morning I got the call, there was a swarm impossibly high up in a bendy pine tree in the garden of a towerblock in Stoke Newington. Two fellow beekeepers had seen them swarm out of one of their hives and followed them, now they were trying to work out how to get them down. The more experienced swarm collectors were unavailable as were their arsenal of cleverly designed tools for reaching high up spots. I climbed the ladder to take closer look, the swarm hung plum like and beautiful swaying gently, seething.
|The swarm was right at the top of the middle tree|
|Sally had assembled various tools|