Top-tier, elite GG force were out in the May evening sun yesterday. We discussed weddings, beer garden drinks, Ofsted and the merits of alcohol on route.

The Princes, infamous around these parts, met us at the church. Sybil, who we haven't seen for a long time, welcomed us warmly with refreshments and a run-down on our task; weeding a flower patch, to let her peonies and tulips dance freely under the Stratford sun.

She's keen for us to help at the allotments, with a 'heavy task' come June. I've messaged Elaine, and will do a little internal cajoling so we can get extra hands on deck.

Before I sign off, big congrats to Rosie, she reached the huge half century milestone, it was touch and go whether she was going to make it before the sun explodes - in 8 trillion years - but she did it. It's been a proper treat to have you back these last few months or so, since your big comeback. You've earned that t-shirt.

Next week it's off the Romford road and down the canal, to Cody Dock, sign up here.

Till then,

B

Hils, Rebecca, a returning Rosie and myself jogged over to Cody Dock last night. We discussed the "first piece of music we bought": NOW 28, Spice Girls (Wannabe), Taylor Swift and Living La Vida Loca. It was a different time, man, the energy was real, dude. But seriously, I loved that Sony Walkman.

We nipped down the canal into a brisk wind, discussing country music politics, the new behaviours of music consumption and Rebecca's classy half marathon debut. Basia was on imperious form at location, mocking me without hesitation. She showed us to our task, which I sold as the new adrenaline sport of our time, flyering. Fortunately, it was moving a massive load of sand bags about thirty feet. Then tearing them open and spreading them out for a soundscape, part of an exhibition, darling. Some might call it an immersive experience, others might call it an experience you immerse yourself into, but make no doubt, there's immersion going on.

Was wrapped up inside an hour and then we dance back off into night, just your average mobile art installation team. Thanks for a lovely eve.

Just getting some listings sorted for the weeks ahead, looks like Get Out next week, then the Adventure Playground the week after.

Before I leave, Hils - we wish you a powerful 26.2 mile celebration of movement this weekend. Do your thing, we believe.

Till next week,

B

Dank evening with the squad to see out February. Discussions spiralled on the RWQ; which was basically "what's good on the telly?" Hoof trimming seemed to crop up again, along with a jury show/come social experiment, Netflix dramas, Happy Valley (yes Sharon!) and some lad that turned Jeff Bezos into a rowing boat(which is obviously this week's winner).

Down the Greenway we went with sewage gases caressing our nasal passages along route. We spent our power-hour sowing seeds and making another wildflower meadow. Under the cover of night vision wasn't optimal, but we did a rather good job on the meadow front. Filled the whole thing. Abbey Gardens aristocracy did a spiffingly good job too, in the warmth of their palace, sowing various seeds for the months to come and discussing the racket from riff-raff outside digging. On a serious note, can't wait to get in here come April, bring on the evening light.

Hope you guys had a good drink post-graft, see you next week. We've got fences to move at the allotments next to Plaistow Primary, sign up here to continue being a community hero.

Till then,

ps. Title pun for the gardeners!

B