The end of the summer means the end of the honey flow. So last week we took the first honeycomb from the hives. When I say ‘we’ I do mean we, as this time I borrowed Ed’s spare bee-suit jacket and hat. Intrigue took over. I was charged with stacking the frames which meant I could keep some distance but in the event I felt quite protected. I did suffer a psychosomatic attack of itchiness though – just enough to keep me on red alert…
We removed all the honeycomb from the stacks at the top – 10 frames in all – and reduced down the size of each hive. Only a third of the cells on our frames are ‘capped’ or sealed over with bees wax. Each capped cell it’s own miniature, hexagonal pot of perfect honey with it’s own lid. Ed’s a bit disappointed about the capped to non-capped ratio – and as our ‘bee-catcher’ sadly didn’t attract another swarm (see our First Hive – May 11) this is all our honey for this year.
To get the honey out the caps are sliced off and the comb goes into a spinning machine. At this time of year Neil the bee-man has a honey extractor in his (apparently very sticky) kitchen. Today is extraction day – and Ed’s returned with a bucketful of honey that we’ve just transferred into small jars…
There are 33 jars in all which is much more than we expected so we’re delighted. It has a very delicate, floral flavour which could be partly lime flowers, as the huge lime trees on our drive were buzzing this summer…
The bees will now hunker down for the winter and the colony will become much smaller. They stop doing all the normal bee-type things so they live longer and the queen stops laying eggs. We’ve left enough honey inside the hive to feed them through till spring.
Ed thinks that we should be able to produce around three times as much honey next year, as the bees have now made all the honeycomb. God knows what we’ll do with it all? He’s already talking about farmer’s markets but I think we’ve got quite enough on our hands for now…
An iron ring bolted into the stone surround of the old kitchen fireplace
After a day’s work half the fire-place is open, the carpet’s gone and the partition wall is out – which is adding loads of light and space.
The table came from the workshop – it’s ends had been cruelly sawn off to fit the space. It’s probably the original kitchen table so our plan is to restore it and use it again if we can.
The unassembled bit of furniture against the back wall is an old butler’s pantry that I picked up in a salvage yard earlier this year. It came out of a georgian house in Glasgow and like the table needs some tlc. It was the handles that sealed the deal…
A Castle in the Sky 