The National Honey Show was, by all accounts, a great success. Prizes were won, cups were awarded, lectures were given, tea was drunk and cakes were eaten. The trade hall was full of busy suppliers selling everything from soap to microscopes, and a good deal of business was done.
Much of that business must had involved mouseguards because, by the time I got there on the Saturday morning, mouseguards were out of stock everywhere, and disconsolate huddles of procrastinators were exchanging identical tales of tardy woe. It seems I wasn’t the only one not to have got my ducks in a row. That’s comforting in a way, but also unhelpful.



