At our monthly sessions at the Community Hospice the head gardener, Jason, always has lots for us to do.

Today we were clearing brambles and nettles from a corner of the garden that had gone feral.

Sturdy gloves are always useful for tasks like this, but Jason's supply of yellow leather gauntlets were a gamechanger! The prickly and stinging plants didn't stand a chance!

It was a big patch, but we got about half done: check out the before and after photos above! The rest will have to wait until next month.

Just as it was time to finish there were a few spots of rain in the air, so we quickly put the tools - and gauntlet gloves - away and some of us headed to the Hospice canteen for a tasty lunch and lots more varied conversation.

I wonder if I should ask for a pair of those gloves on my Christmas list!

we were back at Box3Education, a new initiative which recently secured a unit in The Mall, Bexleyheath that will house their free design school, community coffee shop, and art gallery.

After meeting up with Levi outside the shopping mall we made our way into the centre.

Lots had been done since our last visit and things were beginning to take shape!

We all got stuck in with the painting. Ashton was our mentor as he knows a bit about technique. We got so much done in a short space of time. There was also a lot of chatting with Gemma and Monika our newest members - we look forward to seeing them again!

A lighthearted report from last night’s leafletting task, inspired by Lisa joking that we were the Four Musketeers...

It was a brisk, dark evening when four valiant GoodGymers took to the streets, armed not with swords, but with leaflets promoting the Community Hospice’s Boogie Wonderland, a fundraising party night. The quartet's quest: to spread the word, one letterbox at a time, before the forecast rain could test their courage.

Jogging merrily along, the fearless foursome deployed a tactical masterpiece known only to the most elite of leaflet couriers — the leapfrog manoeuvre. With impeccable coordination (and plenty of chatting), they moved swiftly from house to house, ensuring not a single front door was missed (with the utmost respect, of course, for 'No junk mail' stickers).

Their out-and-back route conquered, the chivalrous posse posed for the all-important post-task photo — a tradition as sacred as any Musketeer oath. It was then that Lisa, inspired by their gallant efforts, bestowed upon them noble names fit for legends: Saros, Johnamis, Lisos, and the dashing M’Artagnon.

No sooner had the photo been snapped than the skies began to weep; perhaps tears of joy at such heroism. The Four Muskateers, ever undaunted, headed home glad to have been of service. After all, a little precipitation could never dampen the spirits (or the plumed hats) of their new alter egos.

All for one, and one for all — and all for the Community Hospice!

(With apologies to Alexandre Dumas and credit to ChatGPT)