Some verse from Bryon, inspired the Dickensian gloom last night!

A foggy day in London town,

Twenty eight of us headed down,

Through East London, we came to no harm,

From Hollybush to Stepney City Farm.

How long we wondered,

Could weeding last,

But the stinging nettles,

Quickly passed.

For suddenly, we saw them there,

And through foggy London town,

The headtorches were shining,

Everywhere!

It's the last GoodGym run for me this year, keep being awesome everyone and see you in 2015!

Bryon Chan!