Supervision

I went out to clear what was left of the leaves this afternoon.  They are all gone, apart from bizarrely, a single red apple bravely clinging on.

I had almost finished when the wind started getting up.

It was well that I was under strict supervision otherwise I might have given up and gone in out of the cold.

She did spend quite some time contemplating going higher, but luckily decided not to.  I have some rather less than fond memories of Schrodi getting stuck up trees and having to get a ladder to help him down.  He probably would just have come down of his own volition if I had left him to it.