We had no map to guide us, but we knew where to find his house because we'd been told it was down in Kent.
The roads were busy and for some reason, possibly connected with the opening day of the London Paralympics, both the M20 and the M26 were at a standstill.
But why care about time? We were in no hurry, and our route avoided both motorways. Instead, we'd quite naturally selected the country lanes, including some that were among the narrowest lanes in England, with precious few wide spots to allow two cars to pass in opposite directions.
Alas, there was no Beagle to welcome us when we arrived, but we found the great man sitting by his favourite window...
It was while walking in the grounds that I managed to capture this photograph of one of his wonderful specimens...
And I couldn't resist taking this snapshot of the house from the garden...
Of course, he wasn't a bee keeper, although he did study bees for a period. He was interested in all forms of life. Can you guess who I am talking about?
:-)
