Well my African husband is always poleaxed by being anywhere near a field of oilseed rape. He's now living in a bedsit in a nearby town, but behind the building is a field of ... yes! oilseed rape! And it's making him so poorly. On top of this, the school where he works as a cleaner has the same crop in a nearby field. Poor chap, he's doped up with Piriton.
Yesterday, a quite normal phenomenon for mid-June arrived: a massive swarm of honey bees buzzing in a thick black cloud right in front of my bench in the garden. I'm not afraid of bees or wasps, but I didn't want them zooming down my chimney pot. Luckily they buzzed noisily off up the road. Chap in our village keeps bees, so maybe they were his.