Stop Killing the bees

On holiday in Berwick we visited a bee farm. They make honey and stuff.

I had a lovely honeyed latte on an old bus that was converted into a cafe.

Whilst there I was horrified when another cafe goer swatted a bee that had buzzed in through the window.

Taking a rolled up magazine to a bee farm is like taking a small gun to a family trip to a farm just because, although you like animals, lambs just creep you out.