Digby looking for love and Wilf ready for action

Bees are a subject I know absolutely nothing about. In Scotland a bee was a bee. Here in Italy the bees are enormous and there are at least six different varieties in our fields. I say this after this mornings walk. All of a sudden all the buds are bursting into life and the shrubs along the drive are thick with loudly buzzing bees. I counted six varieties on the lavenders and rosemary. Thankfully,the boyz and the bees seem to have a mutual disinterest in each other. Wilf once got stung by a bee in France - but that was because it was walking on the ground and he chose to settle on that particular spot for a nap. He has learnt to look first and doze second.