Bunny scuttled up the tree unaided and pulled up his chainsaw on some of the uniquitous bailer twine that litters the area (clogging up my strimmer on a regular basis). He set to trimming the odd few dry branches, and then went for it. Two large branches, one overhanging the road, the other overhanging the house and courtyard. Like a hot knife through butter.
A bit of ground work to slice up the pieces, and there you go. Job done, aperitif time.
As 'Bunny' said on his way out of the gate, looking down at the extensive debris "You can tell I've passed through anyway!"
If anyone fancies some lovely acacia for carving or other woodwork, let me know. (You collect!)