The winter bee longs for sunshine, flower and nectar. Especially nectar. The bee with foresight will have prepared. She will have spent the bright days lining her hive with comb and the comb with ...

It’s cold and the rain is coming down in occasional large drops, muddying the path and leaving splashes on my coat. The bees aren’t flying today, not here in Hampstead anyway. I’ve been away from my ...