When I talk about turning my inner eye to the hives of the Bees and becoming, “bee-coming” if you like, a bee aficionado, a bee-person, like the little girl in the Roald Dahl story who, fed on royal jelly, grows up to become an enormous round Bee, I am joking: and not only because I know where hobbyist urban beekeepers stand in the pitiless eyes of the world.