I've finally got the ladder from Jack, next door which meant I had no excuse not to shunt up it and get those waywardly branches down from the large Acer in the border. With an audience (Jack's neighbour also peered over to watch whilst she had a running commentary from Jack) I sawed off the few branches stopping me from being able to use the bow saw for the main trunk. It was too late really to be pruning it as the new growth was already under way but if not now I'd have to wait till it was dormant again and I don't want it to grow any larger. So, I came down the ladder to check the shape and up zipped Luke to take over as the main trunk was hard work. He did all the hard work before I took over and cut through the last bit and with a shout of "Thare she blows!" the top seven foot fell to the ground (we checked there were no chickens roaming under that space before letting it fall)
Above: The tree, unaware that I am about to massacre it!
Standing back to see the overall shape as once up there I couldn't judge which ones needed to be pruned
Back up the tree for more cutting. Purists will be horrified at my hacking away but whilst I don't want things manicured to within and inch of their lives I also don't want this tree dominating the garden.
Above: all that's left of the cut branches - by winter-time they may be ready for kindling.
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