Harvest

I wish I could have blipped the process of obtaining these yesterday.

Picture the scene: I am standing at the bottom of a tree, catching apples (well, mostly catching them) as they are thrown down to me by my friend and business associate, S, who has climbed said tree and is precariously perched at the top of said tree. I pass the good ones to three-year-old E who puts them in a tub. I throw the dodgy ones to nearly-six-year-old C who in turn hurls them into the (unlit) bonfire.

What a team.