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!