Help is at hand

This apple tree is full of ripe apples, ready to pick. It's a hollow tree and the tree surgeon has advised against any pruning. This means that the best fruits are always high up and tantalisingly difficult to reach.

I can't go up a stepladder at the moment; well, it doesn't seem like a good idea. I have picked a few of the lower apples. This morning Brian and Margaret came to help. I wanted them to take as many as they could use.

When I look at this picture I imagine that Brian is about to perform a song by Elvis, but the microphone is out of reach.

I've been to Wigtown Book Festival twice today. We also finished seeing Enola. There's a film that is crying out for a sequel if ever I saw one! Then there were the two quizzes. I knew more answers than usual, so they must have been easier than usual.

I drove to Hexham this afternoon for diesel for the car. Then I had a very short walk at Tyne Green (completely flat). The drive went well and Arth is relatively pain free, if swollen, tonight. Hooray.