In fact, he goes off to visit the queen every Tuesday night at his beekeeping class. Five queens to be precise, in each of the hives that sit on the school rooftops. He comes back with tales of drones and workers, queens and princesses. Of how hard the summer has been with some hives across London collapsing, though the ones on the school rooftop are thriving. I hear about the Isle of Dogs bees flying across the Thames to Greenwich Park to collect pollen - they missed the horse chestnut this year because the blossom was out but the bees were still sleepy with the cold; the excitement of trying on the beekeeper suit; the beekeeper's calm confidence around the bees, and how in turn this relaxes them. And how it is the whole hive that is the organism, not the individual bees, working in an orchestrated way, the original co-operative.
|Above the old Co-op building, Bow Road - I love this!|