On a surprisingly warmish Saturday, three GoodGymers arrived at the Maryon Park Community Garden to be greeted with the sweet scent of pine and that fresh woody smell. It cast a deceptively kindly auora over the humungous pile of wood chip waiting for us not-so-innocently outside the garden. It looked intimidating but Sarah and Johnny were up to the task as always. They shovelled and barrowed and shovelled and barrowed, and shovelled and barrowed, had a cheeky coffee and treats break, and then shovelled and barrowed some more until the entire pile had been spread across the forest school floor. It now smells so sweet and fresh and for some reason made me feel like I was in Narnia, I'm not sure why. I guess the garden has a magical quality for me and I think many others, probably down to the wonderful Tim and Edna who run it with such grace and hospitality.

Thank you team Wren for your company and muscle!

Until next time.