Bee Lore

The only previous experience I had had with bees (at least I think they had been bees) was when we were living in Scotland about ten years previously.  My brother and I had been out on a long walk in the countryside.  About half a mile from home we had been larking around (as small boys do) when my brother had pushed me backwards.  I fell directly onto my back and felt about a dozen stings press into the skin on my back like tiny short needles.  As I stood up, I saw the insects were in a tiny hole in the ground.  The pain was jabbing – but soon wore off as I walked the last stretch home.  Mum had put camomile lotion (I think that is what she called it).  She said it was good to sooth the pain.   That is all I remember, really.   Interestingly, after the incident I did not feel fearful about bees or wasps. Just a few little pin-pricks.  I had had much worse pain walking through stinging nettles with bare legs!