We also save bees.

Dave and I rescued a bee at my work today, at least we think we did. We had to use tropicana as an emergency measure as neither water nor sugar were to hand. We left the bee pondering its situation, OJ to the left, precipice to the right, overlooking the river.

Amidst all the rain, some evenings we have had that achingly lovely golden hour of sunlight, when the crops look stunning and the wind looks like waves of water rippling over the top.