It was breathless, bright and hot on the flint road outside the Bee House.

It was even hotter down here in the valley and missing the breeze we'd had up around the Bee House.

I tapped the spot where, despite not being marked, I knew the Bee House was -they'd pretty much overlooked the whole area.

Last Christmas I gave my wife three solitary bee houses, which were put in the garden shed.

"She's a bit short of female company round here," Beverley had said as we drove up the steep lane to the Bee House.