Take That Emmaus reorganisation!

A huge number of Bristol GoodGymmers took to the task of moving the big furniture to the ground floor of the shop which was already dull of the bric-a-brac that was going upstairs in the shop which was already full of the furniture going to the downstairs of the shop - a full-on Tetris challenge to create some space to start the manoeuvres.

The smaller items started being carried upstairs whilst the lift was used for the bigger items, although the lift seemed slower than lugging things up or down the stairs so it wasn't long before some much chunkier furniture was being carefully manhandled around the bannisters.

Fortunately, there was also a lot of chat to catch up on with GoodGymmers who'd not seen each other for a while making good use of the "lift waiting" time, springing into action like coiled springs when the ding of the lift warned that the door was soon to open with mystery objects and GoodGymmers inside.

The temperature increased with each lift-load being carefully tessellated into gaps to keep some floor space clear and our 50-minutes was soon up with a lot already moved (and a task for the Emmaus team tomorrow to find a lay-out that works for them).

We made sure two of the sofas were accessible for our end-of-task photo before heading off with many joining GoodGym Eats at Crispy Dosa, moving even more furniture around to have a big enough table for our lovely group.

From shifting sofas to Crispy Dosas - the crispiest dosas on Earth!

Much weeding and watering awaited GoodGym Bristol in Brunswick Cemetery on a very warm evening so everyone was in the walking group.

Sycamores, bindweed and a creeping (not creepy) weed i-should -learn-the-name-of were hoiked out left, right and centre from the beds, paths and anywhere else they were spotted.

The plants that has been, um, planted the day before were also given a healthy dowsing sue to the very warm (hot?) weather so hopefully they can start covering the trellis in lovely greenness.

The time flee by and we were soon saying goodbye to Di and Jo, although only until Monday which is another bank holiday so time for another visit and bank holiday coffee/lunch to keep on chatting.

Urgent wild garlic protection awaited GoodGym Bristol this week with a maior operation planned to stoo the Council accidentally mowing the wild garlic before it could seed and spread.

Sleepers, that had made the raised beds before the big re-build (and accompanying big compost shift), were being moved from one edge of the park to the other with well-laden wheelbarrows and hefty shifting of the wood and a careful plan (make it up as you go along) to create a wall between the cutting grads and non-cutting garlic. Oh, and deadheading the daffodils in the tyre stacks where we'd been called on for emergency bulb-planting so theres space for the to grow and daffodils to prepare for next Spring.

Finishing off with lemon balm and something else tea and homemade nettle and dandelion cake (all foraged from the park and GoodGym were away again, more chat at Workout and Vaguely Northern Darren using his amazing video and audio skills to record the scene for all time.

Does a yellow warning of rain put GoodGym Bristol off an outdoor task? We're made of tougher stuff than that - at least, some of us are!

We took the opportunity to venture back to Hebron Burial Ground to progress further towards the wall that we knew was begin the brambles and, it turns out, elder tree.

The running group were already making great progress when the walkers arrived and got stuck in alongside Gerry and Cat. As Freya amazed us all as, after her head had a close "brush" with some brambles, she fought back by pulling HUGE bramble branches from the maze of stalks - "once we chop, we can't stop". Caroline declared to job of carrying the tarpaulin of choppage over and onto the compost pile to be too skilled for her, having seen Richard and Vaguely Northern Darren's professional approach, whilst Jason found someone's past treasures deep under the brambles - hopefully that person now has a place to call home.

David and Melanie took a delicate approach to clear around a gravestone whilst discussing their human barometer skills to know when rain was on the way.

After so much chopping, we weren't quite followed home by the Police chopper (helicopter) but it was hovering over Redcliffe for a long time whilst we chatted over pots of tea/cappuccino (not the red version made of tea?!)/shandy/cider and the lack of plans for Easter.

Hope everyone sleeps well after a good dose of fresh air and NO RAIN AT ALL!