Tried to think of a litter-picking pun but they were all rubbish.

Five Goodgymers met at the Perch pub for a litter-picking stroll down Binsey Lane in the autumn sunshine.

We swapped war stories from litter picks gone by, and chatted about everything from why James Bond would actually be a terrible spy to whether you could name a baby after an emoji, while clearing up the usual detritus found on the roadside - cans, bottles, food packaging, random lumps of metal - enlivened by many golf balls and some excellent teamwork in negotiating barbed wire.

Our haul of five hefty bags was deposited in the bins at West Oxford Community Centre, leaving Binsey Lane much tidier than we'd found it.

Well done to Timothy on his first Good Deed, and congratulations to Dan on his 10th - sorry we didn't have the Garland of Joy for you to wear this time!