Two lovely septuagenarian blokes from my local beekeeping association came late last night and helped me move the hives to an out-apiary (a place you keep your bees that's away from home) a few miles away. I'd met one of them briefly at a meeting, but the other I hadn't seen before. Yet both of them seemed positively delighted to help me out, and kept offering me advice and encouragement and bits of extra equipment until I felt quite overwhelmed with all the beekeeping love. Then one of them gave me a big hug (both of us in head-to-toe beekeeping suits) and said "We're all in this together, love". Ahhh.
So I feel happy and confident again about keeping my bees. It's a shame they're not at home because I liked looking out of the window and watching them going about their business. They're supposed to really improve gardens with all the pollinating they do, and I was looking forward to extra fruit on my trees and extra flowers in my flowerbeds. But they had to go. At least they're still mine, I still get to work them, and I get the honey and beeswax and so on. Also I've made two new friends, and I don't even think I've lost any.
That reminds me, I must try to speak to the postman.