Thanks to Lou for the Royally appropriate title pun, and thanks to Anna for singing a little ditty to inspire the bulk of this evening's report...

We were meant to be helping Wild Eton Wick this evening, but had a last minute cancellation. So thank goodness Holyport FC got in touch! The conversation unfolded a bit like this:

There are pot-holes in our access road, dear GoodGym, dear GoodGym, there are pot-holes in our access road, dear GoodGym, pot-holes!

With what shall we fix them, dear Holyport FC, dear Holyport FC, with what shall we fix them, dear Holyport, with what?

With shingle, spades and barrows, dear GoodGym, dear GoodGym, with shingle, spades and barrows, dear GoodGym, with shingle!

We'll also need some cookies, dear Holyport, dear Holyport, we'll also need some cookies, dear Holyport, cookies!

There are only so many 'dear GoodGyms' and 'dear Holyports' I can type before I start to lose the plot, so I'll keep it short.

In the end, we didn't just tackle the task with great gusto, and eat cookies (thanks Lou!), we also had an energetic (and surprisingly dry) run/walk to and from the task, took selfies with a Royal cow, talked a lot about food, sang songs about buttercups and Snow White, did a quick fitness circuit including boxing and the can can, read poetry and chatted about social visits. All in all, a (pot)hole lotta fun!