I can honestly say it never crossed my mind to be a beekeeper. Once upon a time I never gave bees a second glance. . .
It all began when my husband and I decided to take on an allotment on a site which was very overgrown.
I had noticed a little path leading into the big patch of brambles on, what looked like, an abandoned plot. One sunny evening I decided to explore where the path led and was amazed at what I found. At the end of this little path was a gate made out of pallets. Looking over the gate I saw a plum tree, an apple tree, a little patch of grass, a shed with a stained glass window and a bee hive. I could imagine a deckchair outside the shed and sitting listening to the radio, or reading a book with the hum of the bees in the background and butterflies flitting past. After that evening whenever I went to the allotment I would wander down the little path and watch the bees for a while, saying good evening to them when I left.
A year or so later I heard the beekeeper was looking for someone to take over the bees as he was moving out of the area. I remember thinking that as I liked honey I could take over the bees and have my own honey for breakfast.
I started doing some research into beekeeping and joined my local beekeepers' association. The first time I looked in a hive and one of the experienced beekeepers started to explain what was going on inside the hive I was completely and utterly fascinated and have been hooked ever since.
Later that year I took over my first hive on the allotment and soon added a couple more.