The bee man came bright and early. After a cheerful chat about his recent heart operation and the weather he was soon suited up and clambering onto the roof. Amid much puffing of smoke he carefully removed the Queen and then carefully shepherded the rest of the swarm into two large carboard boxes. Just when I thought it was all over he climbed down, asked for a saw, and was off up the ladder again. Twenty minutes later he was back with three buckets full of honey comb that the industrious little devils had built in the roof eaves. Only one tiny problem - the eight roof tiles that fell to the ground and shattered.
Will post more fully later this morning after Wilf and I track down a builder to cover the hole where the tiles used to be. The look on Wilfs face says it all.