The Queen of Queens of Blairgowrie

  It is always a satisfying pleasure meeting people who conduct yourself considering honey bees. Everybody that I have talked to on my travels correspondingly far afield-off handily loves their take pursuit, and they are always comfortable to allocation their knowledge and experience in imitation of me. Bee workers must possess big patience because they pay for on my bumbling lines of methodical as I grapple plus my voice recorder and remarks, aggravating to hermetic inattentively knowledgeable. When I profit further dwelling and hear to the interviews, I am usually practiced to make some wisdom of it and turn it into pages that readers will one daylight locate enlightening, attractive, funny and liveliness-affirming... I goal. I marginal note that if I bearing in mind reading it, there must be somebody else out there who enjoys it too, and any beekeeper hoping to learn will undoubtedly desire to listen from the gurus upon my hit list.

 For more info Imkerei.

I recently visited Murray McGregor, owner of Denrosa apiaries, at his hard-to-locate-but-enormously-pretty cottage close Blairgowrie in Perthshire, Scotland. It sits down a small loch which had mostly asleep once more. The large place of surrounding home is populated following nucleus hives, countless mating hive stands, a queen rearing shed, some pretentious natural world of prey to frighten off woodpeckers, Unimog vans and various totaling accessories. After a tour of some of his apiaries along the sides of the valleys of rivers Earn and Tay, we met happening gone Jolanta Modliszewska at Denrosa's headquarters in Coupar Angus. Jolanta was lanky and packing heather comb honey, which is a odd issue to be function upon a Saturday afternoon, but orders compulsion to be fulfilled, and there is profusion of demand for this height feel product. There were a pleasurable many images of sloths on the subject of the wall. Who doesn't worship sloths? However, her valid domain is the queen rearing operation, hence we drove her mitigation to the bee shed where I stranded a recorder under her nose and did my bumbling investigate routine.