We were walking yesterday when I heard a hum that always makes me think of bees but which I have trained myself to understand is actually the sound of high tension wires, when I realized no, there's not an electrical pole in sight, so I looked around and sure enough, flying in and out of the knot of a huge sycamore were hundreds of bees.
Did alarmist stories of hikers and their dogs found dead, covered in killer bees, race through
my my companion's mine? You be they did.
But we bravely stood our ground as I got these shots and if you squint at the tiny spots you'll see their bee-like shapes, and maybe a pitying look at the girl with the camera and a head full of dumb urban legends.