Is not gold? This evening we were litter picking in the Redcliffe area, where we previously had a run in with the 5-0. No gold was found but some of the litter we found was golden. From a monster of unknown origin to a poster inviting people to a games event (maybe related?). The usual plethora of litter was also picked. We did not gambol although the rats were quite excited to see us. Anyway that’s enough random rambling.

No litter pickers were harmed in the making of today’s task. Mostly.

Until next time…

It's definitely dark at 6.45 now, a twilight/twiiterlight walk and run to Brunswick Cemetery where we met Di and the tree popper/root puller. It's a genius invention for clamping on roots and using a fulcrum to lever the root out - physics meets gardening!

There was lots going on at the spiral with path being widened - the rain had made the ground give up the weeds more easily but the gravel path was dry enough to sit or kneel on - perfect for weeding and chatting GoodGym style.

Everyone who'd been at the task was also coming to Eats so an incentive to get tidied up and on our way for more chat and an unexpected casual game of dominos at Turtle Bay, though the domino rally was thwarted by the real wood unevenness of the tables. There was identification of the reggae versions of 80s tunes, there was awe at Richard G's hand-knitted bee race medal, there was planning for keeping Melanie sane-ish after her foot operation. Marianne took over responsibility for the Loaned Padlock, promising shed cone along on Tuesday except the one where she's Morris Dancing for a TV dating show's fake summer fair. All good slightly bonkers loveliness. Standard stuff for GG Bristol.

Leaflets. Predominantly made of paper. A cornucopia of words and images designed to elicit a response from those that receive them.

This evening we were delivering these bundles of papery joy to the denizens of St Werburghs. Splitting into two groups we covered some of the local roads. The leaflets needing several folds to go through some of the trickier letter boxes. It wasn't long before we ran out of leaflets and we were done. Weeding anyone?

For fans of road names these are the ones we did:

Horley rd.
Sandbed rd.
Tyne st.
Cleave st (evens).
2/3 Mogg Street to 31 odd, 18 even.

Until next time...

Some of the residents overlooking Hebron Burial Ground will wake up this morning to find they are actually overlooking the Burial Ground and not just an overgrown hedge blocking out the daylight. Topiary challenge accepted, where the look we were going for was a "hedge".

Giby joined us for the first time and got stuck into the bramble bashing after joining the walking group - welcome!

A few blackberries were eaten before the spiky stalks joined the growing compost pile via the now-slick "rake and tarp" technique, a few graves were tripped over, a lot of puns proposed (I just wish i could remember them) and it was soon time to hide behind the (much lower) hedge for the final photo and the walkers and runners to race back to Queen Square/Workout and on to Las Iguanas for Eats, taking advantage of the Tortilla Tuesday offer and discussing the racism/merits of Speedy Gonzales - its always deep and meaningful at GoodGym Bristol!

First the (semi) serious bit. Two main jobs this evening. The first, sweeping the paths, which were looking distinctly autumnal covered with leaves from all the hot weather, this was expertly done by Amy. Then there was watering the beds mit hose und watering can and a smattering of weeding, which the rest of us took on with gusto!

Next, credits... thanks to Frances for the pun, which i may have messed up... and apologies to Marianne as i couldn't think of a pun with calendula!

Now for AI to finish things off as I'm home now.

Until next time...

🎵 I got hose…
I got hose…
In different garden rows (rows)…
Hose… in different rows.
Sproutin’ beans by the trellis,
Tomatoes where the sun hits best.
Carrots lined up, you can smell it,
Corn standin’ taller than the rest.
Raised beds in the backyard,
Planters by the patio door,
From cucumbers to Swiss chard,
My hose been workin’ every shore.
Yeah I keep my tools in check,
Seeds spread coast to coast,
Wherever I plant, I collect— I got hose in different garden rows.
🎵 I got hose…
In different rows…
Turnin’ soil, makin’ it grow.
Hose in different garden rows.