Jez's Notebook

New video series! Organic Eats & Garden Treats

Kathy Slack and Jez Rose in their new online video series Organic Eats & Garden Treats

I don’t mind admitting that there’s been a bit of a crisis here at the farm and I found myself right at the centre of it.

There’s been a conundrum with my carrots; a shake-up with my shallots and if I’m honest I’ve been perturbed with my parsnips.

Despite my best organic growing efforts, almost

Exciting new workshops at the farm!

A new range of exciting workshops on the farm start in November with Christmas Wreath Making!

Since I moved to the farm I’ve run a few workshops for companies and obviously we’ve become well known in that time for running the beekeeping workshops and experience days, which have been hugely popular, but quite a large part of the work here has been in developing a bare one acre site into almost entirely pollinator-friendly planted gardens.

We’ve been busy installing new areas to the gardens, planting flower beds and developing plant schemes for all year round colour and interest, and because of that focus on the outside space, we’ve created a new and exciting range of workshops for all throughout the year.

Back in 2016 I began a research project to investigate the impact of nature on health, wellbeing and behaviour and our work here on the farm has only brought me closer to the incredible power that nature has, entirely naturally and scientifically evidenced, on human health and wellbeing.

The new workshops start next month in November with Christmas Wreath Making Workshops and Christmas Natural Present Topper Workshops – and then through 2020 include Designing Your Own Organic Edible Garden; Fire Pit Feast Cooking; Wild Flower Posey Arranging and Make Your Own Charcoal and Draw workshops, many with new guest tutors.

I hope to see you here at the farm soon; if you’ve been before, you won’t recognise it now – we’ve been so busy! You can meet the dogs and also Cat, our lovely new farm manager who is doing a fantastic job of keeping me in check and laughing at the correct moments at my terrible jokes. She’s great.

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Behind the Scenes of My 2 New Books – Becoming a “Children’s Author”

It feels quite strange writing this because I never set out to be a children’s author and neither do I consider myself one, however, as a result of writing two books for children, I’ve recently been referred to as just that. And it leaves me with a sense of the imposter syndrome!

To celebrate their launch I thought I’d offer an insight behind the scenes into the development of both books.

The Story Behind the Stories

Both Zooster McFlooster & the Very Big Sneeze and The Sock Thief were scribbled in the back of my notebook and written entirely for

LEGACY: a teaser of the new book

LEGACY is Jez’s new book for 2019

LEGACY was, I hoped, going to be published Spring 2019. It’s now the tail end of the Summer and it’s still not a printed book.

There are a number of reasons for that; some my fault as I had to sacrifice writing time to sort bees who started much earlier in the season than usual and fit in filming for TV, but also I fell out with my previous publisher over some mighty unfair play on their part and so am now publisher-less (I don’t think that’s correct grammatically, but it’s there now) and so going to self-publish this book, as I’ve done with most of my previous books.

All of that combined with finding more content to include means that it is, essentially, woefully “late”. So, to whet your appetite I’ve taken a snippet, entirely at random but so happens to be towards the end of the book, of LEGACY and I hope it intrigues you…

“One of our greatest living legacies could be in the language we choose to use with other people: the words we choose and the way we interact with others, to show greater patience, understanding and compassion. To encourage and believe in the condition of the human spirit and our ability to achieve if encouraged – as opposed to the part we could play in the demotivation and demise of an individual to the point that they no longer care or try. It isn’t just the physical acts; the building of communities or buildings, or the places we go to that create, or indeed leave, our legacy. It would be remiss of me to not consider the emotional scars we create and leave as we work our way through life and for some, which continue to cause pain when we are gone. We are, after all, emotional, sentient beings and none of us are devoid of emotion and the response it can deeply stir and drive in us, no matter how deeply buried and sealed they may appear for some. For pet owners we know all too well the deeply emotional legacy that favourite dogs, cats or family pets can leave. The emotional legacy is a wonder of human life and I’ve no doubt that some experience that same joy and almost overwhelming feeling of gratitude for having experienced it but with life experiences or with people (which only compounds the heartache when we have to say goodbye). However, there is something uniquely special about sharing life with an animal and if permitted to do so, they continuously prove how much more powerful the emotional legacy is. So easily and rapidly can the eyes become misty, the heart feel less full and the mind become so poignantly pensive, simply by reflecting on a beloved lost pet. I’m a dog person. I don’t dislike cats, although they don’t seem overly interested in me. They are predictably unpredictable in their ability to one minute be sweet and adoring, quite happily using my leg or hand as a leaning post; purring and forcing me to stroke and pet them and then quicker than the blink of an eye they are seemingly consumed by a violent psychosis, biting and scratching the object they adored mere moments before. Subsequently, and I think quite understandably, frankly, I find it very difficult to trust cat people. Dogs, like so many pets, give so, so much and yet ask for so very little in return. Their compassion, companionship, guidance, stillness, reflection, playfulness and unconditional love – not to mention the irreplaceably adorable noise they make when they dream – is a combination of characteristics that makes a deeply indelible impression on my heart, mind and the very depths of my soul. Overly histrionically verbose? Absolutely not. I’ve had dogs for almost all my life and the longest I’ve been without one is about three months following the death of Kai, an Alaskan Malamute, but despite what my rational brain tells me about having more available time and less commitment when one doesn’t have the commitment of a pet, I just can’t be without them. Without any doubt, the most special of all of them is Zeus. A black Labrador who I brought back to the family home at seven weeks old, Zeus was not entirely welcome at first. My parents had made it crystal clear that we were not going to buy another dog and then when pressed made it, admittedly equally crystal clear, that we were not having another dog. I completely ignored that and brought Zeus home, nestled inside my shirt with his head peering out from the buttons underneath my chin – I wasn’t taking any chances and needed the full cuteness factor in play in order to win them over. My Mum was reading a book in the living room when I stood in the doorway with Zeus cuddled up in my shirt and she instantly fell in love with him. Strike one; game set and match to me. My Dad, however was not so easily impressed. He did not even acknowledge Zeus for the next two weeks; he wanted nothing to do with him and made his disapproval at my blatant disregard for the clear house instructions patently clear. Until one morning I was in the kitchen talking to my Mum and we heard a voice coming from the other room. Soft and kindly, it was definitely my Dad and I could just make out what he was saying: “Hello little fella! Look at you, all cute and soft….”. He was rumbled and victory was, finally, mine. As I type this, Zeus is in his eleventh year and that’s getting quite old now for a large dog. Almost daily I reflect with poignant consideration of when “the time” comes exactly what it will be like without him. I am fully supportive of the idea of compassionate leave for the loss of a loved pet; they leave as significant a hole in your life, sometimes a greater one, as some fellow humans do on their passing. It’s interesting how writing this book came about at the time when Zeus is visibly getting older: his fur greying and his mobility gradually declining. He sleeps more than he ever has and he’s quite content with a casual, short stroll rather than anything close to the long walks we used to have exploring together across the fields. He’s always been quite independent, which is a kinder way of saying stubborn, although almost everyone remarks on how well behaved our dogs are. While watching him sleep one day; his head resting on my lap, I began reflecting on the impact this one dog had made on my life, over and above other dogs I’d had. Just what was it that was so very special about Zeus? His legacy would be strong and long and indeed he is the dog everyone who visits the house wants to take home with them – poor Marley; no one wants to kidnap him and his crazy whirlwind of energy! Zeus and I have quite literally grown up together: I was only twenty two when I brought him back to our family home and over the past twelve years he’s vicariously experienced a fair amount of change. He’s also learnt to bark in that time, too – thanks to Marley. The only noise Zeus made prior to me bringing Marley home was that adorable snuffling and whimpering they make sometimes when they sleep but Marley’s vocalisation of his anxieties caused Zeus to become equally vocal about, very often, things he has absolutely no knowledge of. And so, having taken a break from writing this book, while gently running my hand across his super soft, shiny, jet-black fur, my mind began to wander and reflect on the legacy my canine companion had left on me to date and would leave when his time comes to say a final goodbye. I so desperately, with every fibre of my being, wish he could live forever. No animal has made me as happy, content and made such an impression on me as Zeus. An animal that cannot comprehend in a way anything like I can, as a human. He can’t discuss with me, reason or even physically do even a fraction of what my body and brain are able to achieve. He cannot drive, nor does he possess opposable thumbs; he isn’t able to help around the house (or he defiantly chooses not to) and he contributes zero financially. Yet in his silence; his eye contact; his patience; his need for me to provide for him – and in his mere presence, he provides so much more for me than I can give to him. That’s quite a powerful lesson, isn’t it? It’s powerful and it’s worthy, too. The art of ‘being’ is something many humans lack. Many seem too obsessed on changing or fixing things and yet, especially with mental health and times we all experience of sadness and emotional challenges, all that is often required is to simply be with someone. To sit or simply to listen. No advice; no correcting – just your simple and conscious presence. And for something so patently simple, it would appear that it is a trait that doesn’t come easily to us anymore, for even listening so that you actually hear what other people are saying is a skill many have lost. How many times has someone been introduced to you, only for you to forget their name mere moments later? Zeus taught me that. In fact, Zeus helps to make many of my business decisions with me but that’s probably for another book. When you have built a relationship of trust and understanding with a dog, it is truly remarkable just how in tune they become with you. Dogs have been trained to detect cancer cells in humans with a greater accuracy and efficiency than current scientific testing is able; they’ve been trained to detect imminent epileptic seizures before the individual themselves even know about it. So it’s little wonder really that when I’m not feeling my best, Zeus comes to sit next to me, or will get up from where he’s been laying happily and comfortably, to lay or sit next to me. 

What Honeybees Taught Me About Leadership

If you’d have told me a decade ago that the secret to a successful, thriving and happy, well-balanced business lies in nature, I very much doubt I’d have believed you. Despite growing up in the countryside and loving nature with almost all my heart, I never thought that there could have been significant lessons of worth or value for humans in, for example, the work and life of the honeybee – let alone something that could be applied to leadership for the better of an organisation.

For the past 13 years I’ve worked as a keynote speaker at conferences and Behaviour Insight Advisor for businesses in all manner of sectors, from pharmaceutical to engineering and from defence to finance; small businesses and global outfits and with everyone from board level senior leadership to sales teams and even entire conferences where the maintenance and cleaning staff were a part of the message delivery.

In that time I’ve delivered training workshops, consultancy programs and shorter presentations to help leaders (“managers” don’t exist in my book; the definition is “to cope”, which isn’t a great start for inspiring those in your charge) develop cultures to make workplaces happier, more efficient and more effective.

When we bought the dilapidated small farm and set out on a journey to become honeybee farmers to assist in reversing the decline of the bee in Britain, I was vicariously afforded the privilege of observing these remarkable insects and rewarded with an insight into what prevents 80,000 honeybees, living in such close proximity (literally back to back) from

We’ll Pay You Later

Imagine that today your computer broke. They sometimes – thankfully rarely, although usually when you really need them or are in the middle of something important – transition rapidly from absolutely fine to complete meltdown.

Well, imagine that happened at work. You’ve no backup computers and the long term solution is, of course, to replace the computer. You’re going to need to buy one but when you call the computer supplier, you tell them that you want the computer now but won’t pay them until three months time.

Or imagine that you decide you’re going to all get together and have a nice coffee from the independent coffee shop near your office, sending out someone to get takeaway coffees every lunchtime. When you order them you tell the coffee shop owner that you’ll pay them in three months time.

There is an increasing trend by organisations – large organisations with tens of millions of pounds of profit – to tell suppliers their

It’s Okay for It To Not Be Okay

When the sparrow was deftly plucked from the bird feeder at great speed and then eaten by the sparrow hawk, I was stunned. I stood and watched the whole thing unfold and as I looked on, filled with an equal sense of awe and fascination and sadness and disgust, contemplating whether I was in the right place at the right time or the wrong place at the wrong time.

Can you spot the pesky woodpecker eating nuts, not bees.

When we first moved to the farm we didn’t really see many birds, nor hear them either. There was the punctual barn owl that takes its hunting flight at seven o’clock each evening and the occasional blackbird, robin or sparrow flitting about in the hedges. After we installed

Reflecting on Depression, Sticks and Stones, and Purpose

You’re not supposed to talk about things that make you look less successful, or less happy in my industry: it’s all success, strategy, positivity and, frankly, a lot of rubbish.

So, today, I’m going to tell you – honestly – that I’ve felt my depression creeping up on me again for a while; trying to suppress it’s grip.

There will, I hope, by many reading this who because of their chosen profession, or through peer pressure, or through self-pressure, feel the need to put a mask on. When that mask begins to eat at your face it can be especially challenging because despite the general positively growing trend towards understanding and supporting mental health, the reality is that we’re still scared of it. We still don’t know what to say and we’re still running away from it.

We’re not supposed to pull away the iron curtain and expose that we’re human. The impact of centuries of locking people away, turning a blind eye and thinning out society of those who show signs of struggle still runs deep. We seem to like the idea of being mental health aware and sympathetic and conscious – we talk the talk – but it’s not supposed to happen to us. I’ve written about my depression in Flip the Switch but largely it’s a very private battle. Until now.

Standing Room Only for Jez’s Talk at RHS Tatton Park Flower Show’s Bee Hive Theatre

Edged with bee-friendly flowers, which were awash with grateful bees, The Bee Hive Theatre at the 2018 RHS Tatton Park Flower Show

Jez was invited to speak on Friday 20th July at the Royal Horticultural Society (RHS) Tatton Park Flower Show in their brand new Bee Hive Theatre.

Visitors from across Europe flock to the show to listen to some of gardening’s favourite voices from BBC Gardener’s World and BBC Radio 4’s Gardener’s Question Time.

With an estimated 65,000 visitors, the Bee Hive Theatre was a new addition to the popular Cheshire flower show this year to showcase everything about everyone’s favourite pollinator, bees. Including talks from renowned beekeepers and scientists, Gill Perkins from The Bumblebee Conservation Trust and Kate Bradbury, Jez’s talk was a huge success and although cut by organisers last minute from the original 45 minutes to just 20, it still drew a standing room only crowd as Jez explained his decision to purchase a derelict farm and re-instate it as a pollinator-friendly site, which has become home to their honey farm.

Jez’s energy and enthusiasm for nature and gardening, coupled with the photos of the bare concrete and grass farm when they moved in compared to photos of the huge amount of work they have carried out drew audible gasps and applause as he detailed the planting decisions they have made based on the needs of pollinators, why the best plants for your garden happen to also be bee-friendly, insights into the gardens they have created at the farm, including: rose borders, vegetable and fruit garden, jewel garden, cut flower and cottage garden borders, herb garden, wild flower meadow orchard, colour borders and a jungle/woodland area – as Jez explained that he is trying to create “the Harrod’s food hall for pollinators” or “Disneyland for bees”, the audience listened attentively, many taking notes.

Wrapping up, Jez explained why he believes beekeeping is the new gin and tonic, to much laughter and agreement from the audience present, and how “outside space owners” (Jez explained that for some people the thought of being a gardener was too much responsibility and if they didn’t identify with that title, tended to ignore gardening advice) were in the perfect position to make a very real difference to the decline of the honeybee and to pollinators everywhere, by simply thinking differently about planting and gardening.

Jez Rose is a broadcaster, award-winning author, speaker, bee farmer and tea drinker. He describes himself as an “unconventional gardener”. For more information visit and for free planting advice for the best bee-friendly plants, in association with award-winning garden designer Adam Frost, visit the blog at

Honey – what’s in a name?

What is an acceptable amount of money to pay for a jar of honey?

The price of British honey is set to rise.

Brexit? European economics? Greed? Perhaps none of the obvious are to blame but without a greater public understanding of just how much goes into getting honey to your table, I fear honey may well go the same way as milk.

I grew up right next to a bovine farm and have met many dairy farmers in my time; they all have the same story to tell. It’s one of long hours, hard work and a