Fathers day

It was a really nice morning, I was thinking about the relaxing day laid before me, perhaps a couple of hours fishing on the river bank, a full on Sunday lunch.  And then late morning a phone call, that might be someone wishing me happy fathers day, I thought.  But no, it was just what I had always wanted..... bees.  Obviously no respect for a fellas day off, as usual the girls throw a spanner in the works.

However it was a nice swarm.