Hmmm .....The bees rule our lives in this gully .
Don't get me wrong, I love cracking lids and seeing what's going on,, but it gets pretty stressfull at times when working to a deadline of having bees up and runnng to hit a flow and make some honey to hopefully sell and pay the store bill.
Where's my de-stress .
A chat with the Doctors prescription on a night ......
Game of golf on a wednesday....
Nah ..... saddle the pony and take a quiet evening ride into the hills and savour the sweet perfume of matagouri blossom.
This one is a purebred Arab.
His mother was the mare from hell so we introduced her to a boy who came down from the Arab Emirates.
Whero is a joy to the heart ..... so cool and calm in the blowdown forest, jump a log on the roadside .... and lope along like a rocking horse.
The best thing for the inside of a man is the outside of a horse.