We've walked into town along the river, had a cuppa tea in the Boston Tea Room, and are now in the High Street where a swarm of honey bees have decided to nest on this tree.
The Honey Bee Swarm Removal-person explains that his cunning plan is to get the swarm to move into the cardboard box he has placed up the tree. It's nice and dark in there but will they co-operate?
The Queen is amongst that little lot somewhere. The swarm won't move unless she does.
The Honey Bee Swarm Removal-person explains nothing is certain as the swarm has sent out 'scouts' and is waiting for them to return with news of a better location.
So getting them all into that box is by no means a given. It's a cliffhanger!
Some of the bees have dropped down onto the ground and appear to be either deceased or…ahem…..well on the way out.
The Honey Bee Swarm Removal-person explains that the bees have an 8 week life expectancy and they are so knackered after by their busy lives that they simply die of exhaustion.
Clearly, they need to form a Trade Union.
We've had to leave the swarm to its fate.
Even after some food shopping in M&S, failing to find suitable shorts for David but getting some for Vicky in Next, and some stuff from Boots, we are no wiser and have to leave the HBR-p to his vigil at the foot of the tree.
With fingers crossed for the bees we head back to the bostin' Boston Tea Room for another cuppa tea with bagels and cream cheese for David and Sam's Apple Cake for Vicky to fortify us for the walk back home.
Huge swarms of 'non-locals' crowd the banks of The Severn to watch some dragon boat racing.
They come here from all over the place!
We have no time for this sort of malarky. We've gotta trudge home with our shopping, dodge the showers, and have a rest (well, David has a rest. Vicky never rests 'cos she's got to order David's shorts on line).
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