Care4Calais had a big job for GoodGym this afternoon. To prepare around 130 packs of clothing for refugees in one hotel. Some of the residents had been given clothes previously and today, the second big delivery would complete the task.

Boxes of clothes were piled up waiting for the team, who welcomed back Mohamed for his first GoodGym Ealing task since moving back west 👋. The ask was fairly straight forward, to make standard clothing packs in a single size at a time, on a larger scale than normal. Everything was set up like a production line to make the system quick and easy:

1. Open a bag 🛍️
2. Place socks inside 🧦
3. Hand on to the next person 🤜🤛
4. Add men's underwear 🩲
5. Add a hoodie 🧥
6. Hand on to the next person 🤜🤛
7. Add jogging bottoms 👖
8. Add 2 t-shirts 👕👕
9. Done ✅

With much of the clothing being black or navy, the team needed ways to make sure the right clothes ended up in the right bags.

"Are these hoodies or joggers?" - GoodGymer
"Which half naked man is on the pack?"
"The hoodies have topless men on them too, which doesn't make sense" - Tamzin, task owner

The "naked man process" worked up until the team realised that some packs had 2 hoodies and no trousers in them. Cue a rapid search through 40ish packs to identify which ones needed fixing.

Despite the hoodie issues early on, an improved system meant that the job of creating the packs finished early, with a range of small, medium, large and XL bags tightly packed into boxes.

After the rapid and fairly repetitive production line, came the slow, creative piece. Fitting all of those boxes into 2 family cars needed thought, inventiveness and some force. With both cars full to bursting and ready to be delivered to Care4Calais' beneficiaries, it was time to wrap up and wander home in the late afternoon sun.

The legend says that it was at Brent River Park's 50th birthday when Kash from GoodGym and Ben, the leader of Clean Up River Brent, fixed a date for a joint wading event in Pitshanger. When the day came, it became clear that the theme would be the famed balsam bash - the removal of invasive plants with stalks like giant celery and purple flowers of stunning beauty. The gorgeous flowers were particularly troublesome as they were starting to explode, sending hundreds of Himalayan Balsam seeds into the air and water.

The Balsam Bashers group assembled on Sunday morning at Pitshanger Park Bowls Pavilion. Rachel, Lara, Bob, and Martin were busy choosing the right size of waders and listening to Ben's health and safety brief. GoodGymers Sevan, Steph, and Kash were already in the park, after volunteering at junior parkrun and queuing for coffee at the park café. Kymm from GoodGym Hounslow, experienced with balsam bashing, joined them shortly to try on waders for the first time. The pair she got was not the most comfortable to walk in.

Kymm: "Are they supposed to be that harsh on the feet?"
Ben: "Is it some sort of grit? I actually like it, but I'm a masochist."

Comfortable or not, waders were worn by everyone to protect skin from Weil's disease and other nastiness hidden in contaminated water. They also shielded us from brambles, nettles, and even giant hogweed. With long rubber gloves, wading poles, and hi-viz, the team was ready for a serious adventure. We wandered west along the River Brent and found a suitable place to carefully descend from the bank. On a hot day, the water felt nice and cool through the waders.

Guided by the wading poles to avoid the treacherous drops in the river bed, we walked downstream, bashing the balsam on the way, some of us from the water, others occasionally from the bank. We went as far as the footbridge leading to St Benedict's School. Before heading off, we took with us some imposing balsam specimens for a special photoshoot by Martin Sapsed for his project documenting the work of volunteers across different fields. Sadly, we had to remove the best-looking flowers to minimise the risk of balsam seeding on the way. We think we still made quite an impression on the park visitors.

Passer-by: "It looks like a religious festival!"

Our pagan procession returned to the pavilion, where Martin assembled us for a carefully designed Balsam Basher group shot.

Martin: "I'm looking for a look of grim determination."

We gave Martin the most serious stares we could muster, then happily took off the waders as we felt we were starting to boil after having left the cooling water. Some would describe the atmosphere of getting released from waders as whiffy. Ben said it's been a year with the most wading involved so far and promised to give the rubbery equipment a thorough wash before the next session. We're looking forward to another CURB event to do good for biodiversity in Ealing and sweat in fresh waders again!

At Pitshanger Junior parkrun this morning, there were big cheers for one runner who received a grey wristband. What does a grey wristband mean, I hear you ask? It shows that they have run 100 Junior parkruns and to celebrate, they brought everyone a tub of sweets to share 🍬🙌.

There were 5 GoodGymers who were in the park early on a Sunday to help make the event a success. Jacquie, Gaby and Steph were marshaling around the course, making sure that everyone made it round safely. Kash and Sevan were in the funnel area, with Kash taking on her favourite role, barcode scanning and Sevan was timekeeping.

In all, 86 runners completed the course, with many of them dipping their hand into the tub of sugary treats. One of them was hungrier than the others:

"I want 4 sweets" - Runner
"Why do you want 4?" - Barcode Scanner
"Because I like 4" - Runner

Eventually they were negotiated down from 4 packs of sweets to 2, leaving more for the other children and adults to share.

It was a thirsty Saturday afternoon for GoodGymers, with the scorching sun high in the sky. When visitors from Ealing, Sevan and Kash, rang Mr C's doorbell, they were greeted with a level of hospitality they weren't used to.

"Hello. Thank you for coming. Would you like a drink?" - Mr C.
"Yes, sure." - Sevan.
"Gin & tonic?"
"No, thank you."
"Oh, no gin & tonic?"
"No, really, water is enough."

The Ealing GoodGymers didn't want to feel too much like they were on holiday in Kingston ahead of the job to do. And the job was significant. While Mr C had been unwell and unable to walk, his front garden started to resemble a jungle! He was slowly getting better and began to feel more stable on his feet, but he still needed support to cut bushes and a hedge which were potential trip hazards on the way to his front door. The good thing about the garden jungle was that the only predators there were Sevan and Kash. If only they had better tools they'd be far more deadly for the naughty branches!

Sevan, who worked on the front of the hedge, chose a pair of quality secateurs Mr C had never used before - that's how fine they were! Kash, after realising that the loppers she had picked were not as sharp as she'd expected, opted for the other secateurs that Sevan had abandoned. She was clearing everything on the other side of the hedge: bushes, weeds, ivy, sycamore saplings, you name it. Nothing was safe.

"Look, there's a little oak tree here." - Sevan.
"I saw. I'm going to take it out with the fork when I finish bagging those cuttings." - Kash.

Before Kash finished packing the trimmings, Mr C appeared and told the GoodGymers to keep the oak sapling as he wanted to grow it and plant it elsewhere. He had no way of hearing the earlier conversation because of his severe hearing impairment. Has he had a premonition? Good for the oak tree!

Two GoodGymers removed the trip hazards and got the hedge into a better shape. They've also run out of the black bags to pack the rest of the garden waste. Mr C estimated about 30 minutes of remaining work he thought he might ask GoodGym about or handle himself once he recovers. Today's session definitely made a difference and Mr C was thankful for the support he received.

This Saturday we ticked off another HANGOT orchard from our bucket list: Blackberry Corner - probably the furthest and most difficult to water. It's been a hot and dry summer, so the fruit trees were desperate for water if they were to bear fruit this year.

Before heading to Blackberry Corner on the other side of the canal, Steph Ducat filled the 100-litre water tank at Bernd's Shed to be used throughout another hot week.

Blackberry Corner didn't have any facilities for watering, so the volunteers had a proper workout, carrying the buckets and cans from the far away canal. Luckily, a friendly boater offered to throw her hose through the fence, which would make the journey with buckets much shorter. But what a challenge it was to discover where the hose was located! Frank and others from HANGOT had a rummage in the overgrowth along the fence to finally find it.

Apart from watering, our side task was raking the grass Frank had cut using a scythe. We'd then spread then grass on the cut nettles between the fruit trees. According to Frank, the released seeds would promote the grass growth in the following year, hopefully reducing the spread of nettles.

It was the first session for Victoria, who quickly got stuck in, watering the thirsty trees. Welcome Victoria - you have definitely deserved to come back later in the year to try some of the fruits of your labour! The watermelon lollies kindly given to us today by the boater with the hose, were a bonus reward and more than we expected from the session!

I took a day off work, which I felt would be a perfect opportunity to spend the morning in the sun, away from the screen. I was also injured, but wanted to feel active and useful, so I booked a mission in Hounslow and hopped on the tube to get there.

The mission was my second visit to Ms H, after last month's back garden clearance with Sevan. Although the previous task had been highly effective, the weeds slowly started to grow back. Today's focus shifted to the front though as Ms K, Ms H's sister had plans to take her sister to the hospital. She had been even considering cancelling the mission, but we've made it work, with Ms K and Ms H going with their brother for the appointment, and me staying to do the best I could in my 90 minutes.

I filled six black bags with a cocktail of grass, alkanet, bindweed, dandelions, other weeds and trimmings from a bush. Pruning was a later request, which I was happy to take, provided Ms K was happy with cutting the flowering branches. She decided that annoying a few pollinators was a safer bet than leaving the bush to take over the pavement, so I trimmed what was necessary and swept the petals. The broom and shears broke in the process but I was able to quickly fix the latter, and use the broom as a hand brush. The state of tools could slow me down, but not stop me.

When Ms H's brother returned from the hospital drop-off, I was almost done for the day, and he concluded the result looked very nice.

The second Tuesday of July saw four GoodGymers assembling at Bodyline Fitness in Ealing Broadway for a run to Hanwell, led by Steph Ducat. Today's run leader was joined not only by the regulars: Freya, Harvey and Sevan, but also by a special guest, Bassam Mahfouz. While not everyone might know that Bassam is a keen runner and a volunteer, many residents recognise him as a Member of the London Assembly for Ealing and Hillingdon, currently focusing on matters such as environment and transport. When the five ran through Ealing, every time they stopped, someone said hello to Bassam.

The team arrived at Wharncliffe Viaduct to meet the task owner Dee from the William Hobbayne Charity, who looked after the Half Acre Woods. Kash, who walked to the task, was already there. Dee, concerned about the mosquitos lurking in the woods, offered the GoodGymers an unassuming lotion in spray, reportedly used by the Forest School people to repel insects. We think the mysterious mist has worked as by the end of the task, we've earned only plant-based stings from nettles.

Today's job was the summer classic task - something we had done almost exactly a year ago - cutting back the overgrowth on the path along the viaduct. Harvey and Steph tackled the brambles and nettles encroaching on the entrance to the woods from the Station Approach road, and Bassam, Freya, Sevan and Kash dealt with the growth on the River Brent side. Dee swapped shears for a litter picker and collected cans, bottles and even dog poo bags revealed by the chopping squad.

While we worked to widen the path, passers-by genuinely appreciated what we've done. Walkers, runners, parents with a pushchair, and an exceptionally grateful cyclist enjoyed using the path, no longer worrying about being caught by a rogue bramble. Even without all the thank-yous we heard, we could tell that in just one hour we were making a visible difference in the local community.

Next week, we will be back in Hanwell, again helping the William Hobbayne Charity with cutting back undesirable plants. Don't worry, the brambles and nettles in the woods won't grow back that fast. We will be tackling the area we started clearing last month in the Hobbayne Community Gardens. Join us next week!