Dream Team.

First, my apologies for grabbing a picture from the television, it’s not a practice of which I particularly approve, but there was little time to consider photography and this event was spectacular.
 
First, there was a bee meeting, as an alternative to opening beehives with our protégés, a truly idiotic idea in March, we watched a film on beekeeping – in particular, spring management. I must admit to falling asleep during it, but was awake for long enough to realise that it was totally inappropriate. The DVD was made twelve years ago in a part of Canada that is tropical, at least, it is compared with our climate; the colonies being used for the spring demonstration were stronger than ours are in a good summer when they’ve had plenty of opportunity to build up. The brood combs were filthy, as were the demonstrator’s gloves. In  this day and age; with the disease problems there are, hygiene is very important; most modern beekeepers now use hot sweaty, rubber washing up gloves that can be easily cleaned or thrown away rather than the expensive, comfortable kid leather gloves we used to use but are impossible to keep clean. In addition, the practices being extolled in the video would guarantee chilling, and so killing, the brood in a Scottish colony.
 
I arrived home from the meeting to find herself leaping about in paroxysms of ecstasy as Wiggo crossed the finishing line of the Madison, the last event of the World Track Cycle Championships; he was the only person in the stadium who had to ask who had won. He and Cav have “previous” in this event, winning it eight years ago, before their exploits in the Tour de France. People tend to write Cav off as merely a sprinter, not realizing that it takes a lot of stamina to win a road sprint at the end of a long hilly race, let alone riding 21 long stages in the 23 days of the Tour. Wiggins is similarly multi-talented with not only an overall Tour win to his name, but many track championships in the individual and team pursuits.