Slightly blurry cowslips above, and a better pic of the other side of the path below.
The bees still here, on outside of chimney, but a local chap is here to try and persuade them to leave with him (in a box). He reckons they will probably swarm this afternoon as the sun is coming out again now. Since we smoked them out, they haven't gone back down the chimney, which is a relief. Update: brave young man (old school mate of my son's) climbed up extremely tall ladder and SCOOPED the bees off with his arm! I was inside, out of the pollen, but he told me what he'd done when he came in for coffee. He was delighted to have a new colony for a super (think I've got that right) and the queen was still alive and with them - I was worried she had perished in the chimney when a clump of bees fell down into the fire.
However, the smoke from the bucket of oily rags has done my asthma no good - it was bad before that, but I'm now on maximum everything and still struggling. I've spoken to my Respiratory Nurse and may have to go in for tests tomorrow. I was getting better until we lit the oily rags in the bucket and I got a lungful or two of that and have gone backwards with my asthma. Last year it was making chutney which also made it worse . . . I'm not going back into our bedroom until there's a new carpet down (happening in the next couple of weeks).
I didn't sleep at all last night - well, I think 40 minutes was all I got - and I had to take my inhalers early, so I am resting up inside today. Tam's travelling down tomorrow, as she has a meeting at the Charity she works at on Monday, so will help with the Fleamarket on Sunday and take my place selling, bless her. I shall sit and sew/read this morning, and quietly sort out what boxes of stuff are going to be taken to this weekend's Fairs this afternoon. I may bake a cake. But no going outside - had to take something to post this morning and wore my mask . . .
