Our very first guest in the holiday cottage asked if she could come along when I next looked at the bees. I didn't feel I could say no, but I did try to make it clear I'm a beginner, said I often got stung through the gloves/suit and mentioned anaphylaxis, public liability and the blind leading the blind a number of times, though falling short of asking her to sign a disclaimer.
She wasn't to be put off, however, telling me not to worry as she was 'trained in first aid', so trying to hide a strong sense of foreboding I strode off manfully towards the hives with her in tow and her husband following behind with the camera (both in suits with gloves, I should add.) No pressure then.
(At the previous inspection, on my own, things went badly wrong - the bees were as angry as I had ever seen them, I counted over twenty barbs in my gloves and seven got through to the skin, I destroyed a charged queen cell without thinking, because I was getting rattled, then closed up in a panic, not getting as far as checking one of the brood boxes and wondering if beekeeping was for me after all - the nucs had all been so nice last year.)
Things started well - the smoker stayed lit for once and I didn't have to go back for the hive tool. We found the new queen in the first hive now laying well. The second hive was well ahead of the others with two impressively heavy supers. Still no stings or profanities after the third hive, where there was BIAS. The old queen in the fourth hive was still there - warming to my task I spoke knowledgeably of supersedure, swarming, varroa, nosema and a number of other bee-related topics I didn't know I knew anything about.... There were smiles all round as we left for a cup of tea.
I know hubris brings its own reward and I understand there will be retribution but for today at least I'm a newbee out and proud! (Great post Dusty.)