My mum, from the apple tree.
Harry normally does the climbing at autumn-pruning time, but this year it fell to me.

I ended up getting quite a lot higher (so high I doubted whether I'd be able to get down again), but it was a bit high to go with a camera in tow. Besides, the evening light/her cardigan made her eyes look ridiculously blue in this one.

She helpfully kept singing this:
Oh dear, what could the matter be,
Rosie Brown stuck up an apple tree,
She was there Thursday til Saturday,
Only her mother knew she was there.

... so now I'm sat - slightly jelly-legged - listening to some nice loud music trying to get it out of my head. So far it hasn't worked.