Apple picking

A rubbish photo, but a funny story! 
We visited my brother. He wanted to know what kind of apples it was on a tree in the slope. I could not go down there and I did not have to either, because I could tell from the look what it was. A really delicious sort. 
So down went my brother and husband to pick some for us to take home. My brother (the resistance gardener) had his own way of picking the apples, he bent down the branches!