Fourteen years ago I decided I wanted to keep bees in Central London — there was a problem: we lived on the 6th story of an ex-council block near Tower Bridge with no garden. The only viable outside space, well viable to me, was the flat roof accessed via a fire escape.
It worked like a dream. I located my first hive behind the lift shaft and the bees started producing incredible honey. But that was just the start. By the following year I had hives tucked slyly into all sorts of odd locations around the city. The bee empire continued to grow and expand and I now manage hives across the UK. It's a passion as much as a business and it requires a nomadic lifestyle.
Today we are purveyors of fine honeys both from our own hives scattered around the UK but also from a selection of beekeepers who, like us, choose to produce from more unusual nectar sources.
