Like hot cakes

I last bottled a batch of honey on 29th July, as I had sold the last couple of jars a day, or two, earlier.

Back on the 29th,  I did my usual couple of batches, plus a special order of five jars of set honey. That amounted to 25 half pound jars of honey.

Yesterday I realised that I was down to my last three jars of honey for my little stall. It has been selling like crazy over the past week, and I definitely needed to bottle a couple of batches today.

The observant of you might note that I have made no mention of colony inspections this week.  The weather has been far too windy, and I am hoping that Wednesday's weather will be fine enough to take a look.

Over the past week I have taken a couple of peeks at the feeder on Hive #3.  This doesn't disturb the colony at all, and I have noticed that they have emptied the two litre feeder of syrup.

I therefore made up a batch of syrup first thing this morning. If the weather does improve, it will be ready to top up the feeder. If the weather stays breezy, ti'll be ready for tomorrow.

The only other matters of any import from today were the honey bottling, and that Whiffler and Hobson needed to be taken to the Groomers.

The Grooming salon has relocated to a different part of the town, and it is much trickier to get there.  Its new location is down by the Marina, only about half a mile further, but it involves negotiating the town centre.

Now Stratford-on-Avon is always busy. There are the locals and there is the endless swarm of tourists, both on foot and in cars.  Add in a street layout that has its origins more than five hundred years ago, and you have the perfect recipe for motoring hell!

The locals drive like arseholes because they are, rightly, annoyed with the tourists clogging up the town, and the tourists drive like arseholes because they haven't got a clue where they are going ... Oh, and because they are arseholes.

I should also add that both the natives and the grockles have a tendency to just step in to the bloody road without looking, and then stare at you like you are dog shit on their shoes!*

The Groomer's new location has the potential to be a complete and utter pig to get in and out of when the traffic is at it's worst.

I'm sure I'll get used to it, but I have a gut feeling that things will go very bad at some point in the future.

I should also add that this was Whiffler's last professional clip. He is now in his twelfth year, and a day at the groomers is very tiring, especially for an older dog. He has now been retired and, in future, will sport what is affectionately referred to as a daddy haircut.**

I can also report that Wilson will be going for his first clip, along with Hobson, in the middle of September  ... I'm sure it will be fine!

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* I'm not keen on Stratford-on-Avon

** one of my efforts!