Beekeeping in the World Heritage Listed Leatherwood forests of Tasmania
Anyway, so, this little bee went to Tassie for 2½ whole weeks. Amazing. Yes 2½ whole weeks. Tassie was good too. Seriously good. If you would like to see the full 2,000 photographs, feel free to pop into the Brookvale any time and ask me how my trip was. Otherwise, I'll restrict myself to 4 blog posts of the 4 major highlights.
The first was beekeeping in the World Heritage Listed leatherwood forests on the west coast of Tassie. All the ingredients for a bucket list item:
Riding in a semi trailor √ (OK, that's actually a square root symbol, and no I didn't score, but it is the closest thing on wordpress to a tick)
over 7 million bees √
Leatherwood honey √
Goosebump raising beautiful forests √
4am start... not so much
7am coffee √
personal tour of the factory by family patriarch, Ian √
home cooked meals and packed lunch from family matriarch, Shirley √
That just about sums it all up really. I'm actually, for once, quite lost for words to describe the experience of beekeeping in the Tasmanian wilderness under the protective wing of the Stephens family (http://www.leatherwoodhoney.com.au/). RJ Stephens have been beekeeping in Tassie since 1920 and thankfully that means they have bee sites in the pristine World Heritage Listed leatherwood forests on the West Coast.
Just in case you didn't know, leatherwood trees ONLY grow in Tassie. Nowhere else in the world. And it is the most extra-ordinary honey. It's very floral. In an unsubtle way. Kind of like being punched in the mouth and nose with a bunch of flowers. Leatherwood honey is to Tassie what champagne is to Champagne. Parmagiano is to Italy. Cher is to unitards. Iconic... and completely unique.
But I digress. Here are a few of the highlights of my beekeeping experience.
I got to ride in a big truck...
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or in close up
Did I mention the big truck?...
The Stephens use "ideal" supers (which are half the height of a normal honey super) and have done so since 1920. It is fairly unique to commercial beekeeping in Tassie, but makes a whole lot of sense when your extraction and packing worker bees are all women (just like in a hive). An "ideal" super full of honey weighs in at around 20kgs. On the truck we had 50 hives, each 9 supers high with around 150,000 bees per hive... over 7 million bees.
A couple of other interesting things - the 4am start was because we had a 5 hour drive into the forests from their base near Cradle Mountain and as bees like to start work at sunrise (and get grumpy if they can't), it is imperative to get them unloaded as early as possible. Secondly, you can see the green mesh on the back half of the truck... this covered the entire load for the whole trip so that the bees couldn't fly off while we were driving as bees come back to the same spot they left.
Until a few years ago, all unloading was done by hand and hand-trolley... actually far less traumatic for the bees (and beekeepers) to do it this way.
You can see the leatherwoods in the background on the right hand side of the photograph. Interestingly a leatherwood tree doesn't flower for the first 75 odd years. So that photograph of the tree in full bloom above is of a seriously old tree.
Time for a quick stroll into the enchanted forest [and a history lesson on the building of the rail link (under the road) which was all done by hand.
As another aside, Gunns are clear-felling just outside the World Heritage Listed area.
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On a happier note, I'd love to introduce you to the matriarch and patriarch of the operation... Ian and Shirley.