I have discovered that many hands (courtesy of Charlie, Gosia, Jackie, John, Natalia, Rose, and Steve) really do make light work, even when said hands become icicle-d and numb.

It was cold last night. Passersby at our warm-up spot (by the Crick) walked on huddled within 10 or more layers. They barely looked up at our competitive game of Simon Says.

It was so cold last night that two other runners attempted to join our group (presumably for warmth). They joined the back of our group at the traffic lights on Royal College Street - and I could tell by our group's furtive glances (and missing red goodgym t-shirts) that these new-joiners were unexpected joiners - but before anyone could ask them whether they were lost, the two runners planted themselves in the middle of our pack (presumably for warmth). This mayhem persisted for some time. It was very dramatic. More dramatic than Simon Says. But then... they ran on.

It was so so cold last night that Charlie and Steve hit solid ground whilst digging at Cressfield Close Sheltered Housing (our task for the evening) - perhaps it was sheer ice, I thought - but then Charlie and Steve told me it was stone. Not that I had time to dwell, because I was busy being in awe of our special group, who dug a hole for a fruit tree, planted several areas with bulbs, turned (and revitalised) the soil in a resident's garden, and pruned a pear tree.

It was quite wonderful to witness. So many tasks completed in little over 30 minutes, and all whilst stories and laughter were shared :)

Thanks so much, everyone!!!

Here's to next time!