A cherry picker

My kingdom for a cherry picker.   If only the fruit wasn’t so high.   I have christened our brand new ladder and reached dizzying heights; but it’s not high enough.   If someone came down the road with a cherry picking machine I would die happy.   Ah well, that’s the curse of unpruned trees. You take what you can reach.

Still, I have a good bucket’s worth from just a few trees. I suspect I will share them with Andrew who is visiting tomorrow. Not enough to make a batch of jam.   There is always a greed factor one must take into account.  

Right enough frivole – off to mow the lawns. Hayfever pill at the ready.