Phil and myself tackled Mr L’s errant apple tree to cut down some of the height to avoid it getting out of hand in his garden which he loves to spend time in. We took off some of the taller branches where we could reach (sadly neither of us had 10 foot arms!), more than filling the big garden waste bag, and Mr L was happy with the assistance.

On this very cold January evening I was motivated to get out running in the knowledge that I was helping somebody else out. Ms. K can now see what she’s doing in the kitchen. I even ran back home, rather than jumping on the tube, which doubled my mileage 😀