Today myself and Superbaz continued the apple harvest. I had already picked most of the reachable, ripe fruit and all that was left were the allusive, just out of reach and beyond. Yesterday, in preparation, we had carried (a la Laurel and Hardy) the ancient apple picking ladder up the steep hill from the house, up a set of dog leg steps, and up (yes up again) to the orchard, a feat of endurance in itself. Today, with a borrowed fishing net from Mr Damage and an expectant trug in which to load our haul, we manoeuvered the ladder into place. Naturally before we begun we undertook a risk assessment: “SB could fall out of the tree and land on chief apple catcher below” “SB could knock one of the enormous apples off the branch and it could land on chief apple catcher below” “Apple catcher could slip on dislodged apples, fall and break a leg”. This wasn’t looking good for the Chief Apple Catcher. So I instructed SB to “be careful, don’t fall on me, or drop anything on my head”, he grunted and shimmied up the ladder like a camouflaged monkey. In the event nothing hit any heads (although there were a few near misses), no-one broke anybody’s’ fall (although we did at one point have a bit of a wobble) and lots of apples were caught. We also laughed a lot. Result!