Apples & pears

I bet you thought I was showing my cunning linguistic skills by demonstrating my fluency in Cockney; a language spoken by many born south of Mersey Square in Stockport. But no, I'm showing you what is keeping the guys round here occupied. It's fruit-picking time so the lane is busy with tractors ferrying people and crates to and from the orchards. The pears are in the crate to the right for those wondering whether I was using some poetic licence. I must be honest and report that my poetic licence has lapsed - I really must do something about renewing it.

Today is George's birthday so I've bunged a tractor shot into the extra photos bin because he gets excited by such stuff.