La Flip Crêpe

Cheryl and I have both ventured for a climb up the apple trees in Mummy's backyard this fall to get some apples down before the frost gets them. As usual, the best looking fruit are always at the tops of the trees, and we don't have an apple ladder. So, we climb the trees, Mummy passes up the garden claw, and we reach as high as possible to shake, hook, or otherwise finagle the apples from their branches. The ground below the trees is carpeted with soft moss, so when they land they don't even bruise. Who needs and apple ladder! 

Besides, it's fun to climb the trees (which we weren't allowed to do as children lest our grandmother would take the alder gad after us). I suspect that all of that suppressed tree climbing contributed to our penchant for climbing around in the rigs of tall ships later in life.

Cheryl aloft in some rig somewhere

Anyways ... what to do with all those apples? Luckily, Daniel just purchased some crêpe pans, so we've had apple-stuffed crepes with yoghurt and honey or maple syrup for two Saturday mornings running. His crêpe flip still needs practice though: