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Swarming Bees in Spring.

This week we’ve had some real excitement at the cottage. The bee hive that’s been here since last summer has swarmed. Wilf noticed a cloud of bees moving so we phoned our bee keeping expert, Martin Collins of Manordeilo, who’s the owner of the hive and he confirmed it was the right time of year for it.

I tracked the bee cloud into the adjoining field keeping watch from a safe distance through binoculars, although the noise was a bit of a giveaway.

When Martin, accompanied by Aura (his wife) arrived he declared it an enormous swarm. Ok, quite a large swarm really, but I’ve become quite attached to (my) the bees and feel like boasting on their behalf

After examining the resting swarm which had settled around a hedge on the side of the field Martin suited up for a closer look taking an empty hive with him. Setting the hive on level ground he decided he would shake the bees gently into it but soon discovered they were all over the place. He needed to identify where the queen was and somehow coax her indoors.

The centre of the cloud had managed to work itself around some low grass so he placed a bucket above  them and the bees obligingly crawled up inside. Martin gently tipped the bees on to a flat piece of wood in front of the hive entrance and almost immediately they started to crawl inside. Queeny must have decided to try out her new home as bees started making their way into the hive to join her.

Some hours later Martin recovered the very full hive to a new home in the garden and now we are a 2 hive family. Martin however was so pleased with their progress that he has brought up a third hive.

It was a real treat to watch something so amazing and Martin was very patient fielding Auras & my useful/useless suggestions. That’s multiple choices for Martin to cross out later when he reads this.

Some of the wonderful honey Martin collects we use to make Carmarthenshire Honey and Butter Flapjacks. So far it has been from other hives in the area but we are very hopeful of being rewarded with some of our own this year.

A few bee facts:

Most of the bees are girls.

When they swarm they fill their bellies with honey to sustain them until they find a new home.

The swarm is normally about a third of the bees and the old queen who is forced to leave knowing a new queen will take her place.

Bees fly anything up to 3 miles away from home.

It takes between 45,000 to70,000 bee journeys to make one pound of honey.

Life of the female worker bee once it starts to gather nectar is about 6 weeks

And now for the Yummy honey flapjack recipe……

Melt 150grams of butter very gently in a pan with 75 grams of any brown sugar and 75ml of your favourite runny honey. Make sure they are thoroughly melted together giving it a good stir.

Pour this over 250 grams of porridge oats. You can if you like also add 75 grams of dried fruit such as sultanas or cranberries, or 75 grams of choc chips. Give it all a really good stir

You will need a 20cm square baking tin with a loose bottom, lined with baking paper.

Spread out your sticky mixture, pressing it down to fill the corners ensuring it has a flat top.

Bake for about 20 minutes at 160 degrees centigrade in fan oven, 180 electric. Gas mark 4.

Allow to cool slightly and then divide into 8 portions with a sharp knife while still in the tin. Allow to cool completely and then break into pieces.

Stores well for up to a week wrapped in foil or plastic.

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The chickens have taken to gallivanting across the road and over the bridge enjoying jaunts into the neighbours garden which has not gone down to well. As they are to be moved into the field in a few weeks we have taken the decision to leave them in the run during the day until they move. They are not impressed and jump about at the door when they see me or T-W-O. They don’t seem to accept our explanation that other people don’t see them as we do.

The frequent hail storms have left us virtually house bound today. We did nip out to our friends house for coffee and a bit of cake this morning but other than the animal chores we have remained in doors. This means my beans and peas are still in the packets but I hope that it will clear up a bit tomorrow allowing me a quick sortie to the greenhouse at some point.

I have had the time to start a little knitting. I can knit but I am not a regular or competent knitter so I’m doing a simple little jacket for 0-3 months for our next family addition. Our youngest daughter is expecting a baby in late August which is wonderful news for us,  her and son-in-law as well. It is a simple creamy colour wool and being so small it’s progressing well.

Today’s ‘at risk in the fridge’ was some celery, we tried braised celery. I like celery and it was a tasty dish. I sort of adapted Delias version missing things out.

I peeled and chopped half an onion.  

Melt about a flat desert spoon of butter in a saucepan and add the onion which I cooked for a couple of minutes on medium while I chopped about a third of a head of celery into 2 inch (about 4/5 cm) lengths, discarding the base and leaves. Wash the celery thoroughly and then add to the sizzling onion. Turning down the heat a little I put the lid on the pan and cooked for about 10 minutes.

I turned this off until about 10 minutes before serving. I then put in half a teaspoon of vegetable stock powder and enough boiling water to not quite cover the celery. Putting the lid back on I boiled it until the celery was just about tender when you run a sharp knife through it.

It went down well.

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The frost and mist of this morning

Todays mix of frost, mist, bright sunshine, hail and sleet have been a weather roller coaster.  Whatever it throws at us it’s quite nippy out there. The wood burner is back on this afternoon after I thought we had a great laundry day first thing I shoved an extra wash load on and now the house resembles that of widow Twanky (Widow Twanky is a character in the Aladdin pantomime and is a washer woman, her house is shown on stage with rows of washing hanging -  for all you none UK people).

As we are out for supper (yes again ) at friends I am enjoying a no cook day. Aside from the day job my thoughts have been directed to a grant application for planting trees, an orchard and putting in a pond. They must have read my mind when they put that together. It’s all for a very specific area within a smallish section of the Towy valley which we fall into.

It’s based on a points system and although we only have a few acres I am very hopeful that we will have enough points to at least attract their attention. I and T-W-O have never applied for a grant before but we hear about other people getting money for hedging and tree planting. We are never sure if this is just rumour or fact. I will draft a letter with our proposal to post with the form and then cross our fingers while we wait for some correspondence.

Today I am trying a sourdough starter for the first time which if it works will allow me to make sourdough bread at the weekend. I have often considered that they must have performed this ritual rregularly before the introduction of commercial yeast. My concern is the lack of heat in the house so the ‘starter’ will have to live near a radiator. My starter will be a cup of white bread flour and a cup of warm water. This will go into a jar with the lid loosely put on and then into the living room where the fire is warming the room. It will have to move round with us during the day to keep it in a warm place. Of course for those with an airing cupboard and central heating you have a perfect home for your starter, remember it needs air so don’t screw the top down.

After this you need to throw away half the liquid each day and add a half cup of luke warm water and half a cup of flour to it. It should start to bubble it may gain a beery smell and a beery topping of water. This is all ok but you may want to pour off the beery water or you can stir it back in but it may add to the sour taste.

NB. Don’t use a metal container or a metal spoon for your starter. Don’t let it get hotter than 100 degrees C you will kill it. Use a sterilised jar. I cleaned my jar then dish washed it. I also filled it with boiling water not too long before using it. You can heat the jar in the oven for a few minutes to kill anything nasty as well. But get the jar below 100 degrees before you add your mixture.

img_00081Having dashed to town to catch the post, drop in the dry cleaning, buy a birthday card or two and go to the bank we ventured into the cafe treating ourselves to steaming cups of fresh coffee. I ordered T-W-O a black Americano and myself a  latte, we  chatted about another small shop that had shut it’s doors for good. 

The shops can make it through the summer but Winter here hits them hard and with less cash crossing their counters we see the special offers, then the sale signs and then that’s it the dream is finished for them. This last shop ‘Dots’ has moved to internet only and I can see that the overheads must be minute working from home in comparison to renting premises. We fear for several other shops in the town but we will keep their names to ourselves in the hope that we are wrong.

Whilst sipping our hot coffees we realised it was nearly five o’clock and we needed to get home to walk Vickie and feed the brood as well as close the door on the hen run to keep them safe for the night. On the way home I became caught up on a phone call with a friend from the office so by the time I’d done T-W-O had disappeared. Seeing his wellingtons had also gone I realised he was off to the hens so I went to see Vickie dog. She was so pleased to see me she was dancing round in circles, dashing backwards and forwards, eventually she calmed down enough to get a lead on her so we slipped away up the hill.

For those of you who visit us regularly you will know we have two hounds. Bertie dog is currently at the University vets in Bristol undergoing  investigative tests to try and work out what illness he has. They were certain he had Cushings disease but he has had one positive test and one negative test. Apparently it’s hard to be conclusive so they need to put him through more discomfort. Poor Bertie is very brave but the vets is the last place he would volunteer to go.

Vickie and I wandered up the lane. Looking to our right I viewed Black Mountain, the top peak has small lines of white running down it rather like a comb with many broken teeth, backed by the failing sunlight it truly is black. Hanging in the wintry blue sky around us were clouds fit to be painted into a watercolour landscape. When we reached our turning point I looked down into the valley where Llandeilo lays, the evening truley closing in now the town could be depicted by it’s street lights, a myriad of yellow studs to my eyes, the false star (the international space station) hanging high in the sky above us. No moon I notice tonight.

Having chatted with a neighbour I quickened my pace home as I thought I may be missed. Vickie who took it to mean we would be running home tugged at the lead eager to pick up the pace as she loves to do. Poor Vickie was soon being tugged back into a more reasonable fast walk, but somewhere in her mind you believe she is happily running with the pack on a hunting mission of sorts – well her dinner is in a bowl ready for her return. I opened the door to explain where I had been only to realise we hadn’t been missed at all. T-W-O working away on his laptop had lost all sense of time.

I have been planning the move of my garden to make way for the extension and new parking area. I am taking a portion of the field behind us and putting a gate from the garden for easy access. I have a vision of an orchard for my apple, plum and pear trees with a wild flower meadow growing underneath. There will be 2 paths meandering through the meadow with a couple of decorative seating areas as you go. One path will lead to the yet to be dug pond, where our ducks and chickens will enjoy a new home fenced in from beasties but with a swing bridge to allow day time escape while the other path will lead to my new kitchen garden.

The kitchen garden will have new raised beds, a fruit cage and a poly tunnel (when money allows). I have been imagining this as our arcitect (son-in-law) imagines how the house will look when it’s finished. I am as excited about this project as I am about our extension.

Now the time is over for planning and somehow my dream needs turning into reality. My first jobs will be to organise a digger for the pond and order the raised beds. The weather has been against us though and the ground has gone from hard as rock to mushy wet clay. However the seasons wait for no-one and there are seeds that need to be planted in the greenhouse this month.

I intend to start with aubergines as I understand they need to be planted now and then at the end of the month move onto peppers, broad beans and peas in modules. I may put some more onions and garlics in old tyre casings in the field roughly where I want my veg beds to go.

Another issue is the fruit trees. They need good soil and flower meadows need poor soil. A puzzle to be solved. Once it all starts to come together I would like to put a bee hive at the far end of all this, away from the seating but close enough to the veg for the bees to work their magic. I hope they will have a nice life pollinating my fruit and veg and in return provide us with pots of honey.

Lastly when we have the areas separated my dream is to put a couple of pigs in the rest of the field held in smaller areas with a temporary fence I understand they are great for rooting the ground over – which it needs and then they would give us meat for the freezer.

Last year I went out for the day with Wilf (we have been out more than once in a year together, really). He was working and I was having a couple of days off work so he dropped me at the shops in Shrewsbury where I was able to have a good wander round.

Shrewsbury is a lovely old market town, it has a few unusual shops and not so many of the regular high street branches you see in most towns or cities. I particularly like the shop that sells fabric and haberdashery, I do like to make things but I tend to buy up material and hoard it away as I just don’t get the time for sewing these days. Ask Wilf he has a blazer hanging in the bedroom with a button missing, he has given up asking me to put it back on and is going to do it himself.

When Wilf had finished his business he picked me up and we started on the long drive home. As a treat he took me to the Percy Thrower garden centre for lunch. I couldn’t go to a garden centre without a bit of a look round now could I? 

They had fig trees on offer so we checked with the staff that they would survive in clay and one came home with us. When I told our friend Aura she asked if Wilf could get her one next time he was out that way which he did.

I think we gave the fig tree to them as a thank you for minding the house and garden when we were on holiday as we hadn’t been able to find anything while we were away (a bit hazy here, the tree may have been given for a different event so forgive me if I’m wrong). A few months later our tree was just coming to terms with being replanted in our garden and beginning to show signs of new leaves.

Wilf had to go away on business for the night and I was left to mind the homestead. After I had gone to bed I heard noises in the garden. It sounded like people running and I jumped out of bed. On went the track suit and wellies – this is scary enough to look at if you know me, I then went charging out into the back garden, torch and mobile phone in hand. Just as a precaution I decided to tap 999 on my handset. So with thumb hovering over the dial button I went to apprehend our intruders.

The dogs were barking by now and I thought we might have chicken rustlers. As I stood on the lawn I was beginning to loose my nerve, I could hear something running at me. My mind registered the running was rather heavy and 4 footed as the torch flicked across two eyes about six foot up in the air. Behind the eyes was a very large horse named Chunky who was galloping fill tilt towards me. The sharp light of the torch brought him to a stop, thankfully! He had broken through the fence between our field, where he had been lodging and our garden. He was enjoying a good run round and some nice fresh grass.

I phoned his owner and we moved the horses into a secure field until the fence could be mended. The next morning I inspected the garden. A few holes in the lawn, not too bad but then I spotted the fig tree. Chunky had munched the top off and then manured it. The tree didn’t survive.

To add insult to injury Aura’s fig tree has done remarkably well this year. Kept in the greenhouse until about mid July it had several fruit on it and just kept looking healthier.

A few weeks ago Wilf came home looking very pleased with himself. He called me out to the car and proudly presented me with a new fig tree. This one is twice the size of the old one. Yesterday we potted it up and it is now living in front of the green house.

I know a nice simple supper or starter dish with figs. Maybe I’ll be able to make it with our own figs next year.

You need

half a fig per person

clear honey to drizzle

A soft goats cheese which you like.

Put the grill on high.

Drizzle the inside of each fig half with a small amount of honey. Line your grill pan with foil to aid with the cleaning up after.

Put the figs under the grill for a few minutes, check them regularly and when they just start to cook take them out.

Add a few slices of goats cheese and a further drizzle of honey then put back under the grill.

The dish is done when the cheese melts. There is a bit personal choice involved here as some people like their cheese bubbling and others like it just runny. The same is true of the honey, if you have a sweet tooth then you may want a little extra honey.

Serve on a small dish with slices of crusty bread if it’s a supper dish or on a couple of nice curly lettuce leaves if it’s a starter. The lettuce helps to hold the figs upright.

Enjoy!

We have had a lazy day today. I call it lazy but I did clean out the chickens, clean the inside of Wilf’s car and cook while Wilf did the ironing (sorry, matcho image gone), help cook the dinner and help Gail with her tax return. Gail did try to light a fire in the garden as we had lots of wood, some of which had been donated by a neighbour, that wasn’t suitable for the woodburners as it was so wet but she had to give up in the end. We also got a lot of wood mulch from the local recycling point to try to add a dry base to the chicken and duck run. Wilf also cleaned out the drainage ditch to the side of our garden to resolve the problem of it overflowing as it did on Friday.

Amidst all this one of our neighbours was moving some young horses he had bred as he was exporting them back home to Ireland. As the lorry would not fit up the lane past our house towards theirs they decided to load the horses outside ours. They had partial success in getting the horses loaded but a couple did decide they didn’t want to go in the horse box and went wandering off to the neighbours field and worse still to another neigbours garden!

During all this, our hounds, Bertie and Vickie thought it must be time to join in and had a good bark to aid the horses along their way which worked very well to the dismay of the horses handlers as the speed they sunsequently achieved made sensible progress impossible .

In the end all was well and the horses were loaded into the truck. To comfort ourselves after all the commotion we had cheese and onion on toast. (All that is except Gail whom is on a strict diet and bravely sticking to it)

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