July was relatively quiet in the Meadery. Mrs Mead spent most of the month buried in paperwork, punctuated by regular appearances on the naughty step for crimes against social media. Being far too old for such modern nonsense, she continues to approach Facebook, Instagram and TikTok with the confidence of someone trying to diffuse a bomb using a wooden spoon. Meanwhile, Mr Mead spent much of the month gallivanting around the countryside with his beloved flag. There was fu

June was a month of contrasts. One minute we were being battered by winds fit to test the seaworthiness of a Viking longship, the next we were wondering whether we'd accidentally set up the Meadery in the Mediterranean. As some of you may already know from our social media, early June saw Mrs Mead discover a previously unknown talent: flight. Unfortunately, this discovery involved a gazebo. When a particularly enthusiastic gust decided that our gazebo belonged several c

In true Saxon fashion, our return from our overseas adventures began not with a triumphant homecoming, but with our trusty taxi expiring dramatically on the M25. Obviously in the middle lane. Obviously at a point where the entire road had to be closed. And obviously leaving us standing on the side of the carriageway like a sack of confused lemons. A big thumbs‑up, however, to what at first glance appeared to be a slightly lost schoolboy who’d borrowed a Highways Agency van