Banjo
Fuelled with Jelly Babies
- Location
- South Wales
My father was a cyclist all his life but never for fun or sport purely as transport.
He was a bee keeper and would cycle the mile or so to where his hives were with all his tools and protective clothing in panniers.
After working on the hives he would cycle home but several of the bees would follow him back so he would cycle through the village in his white bee suit complete with wide brim hat under a face veil.It was such a normal sight for us that it didnt seem unusual, I wish now I had a photo of him cycling like that but dont.
He passed on recently, riding his bike in bee kit is one of the ways I like to remember him.
He was a bee keeper and would cycle the mile or so to where his hives were with all his tools and protective clothing in panniers.
After working on the hives he would cycle home but several of the bees would follow him back so he would cycle through the village in his white bee suit complete with wide brim hat under a face veil.It was such a normal sight for us that it didnt seem unusual, I wish now I had a photo of him cycling like that but dont.
He passed on recently, riding his bike in bee kit is one of the ways I like to remember him.