The Only Way is Forest Gate

Hils and I were joined by the Princes, after a jog through the park and along the canal.

Ange had tunes pumping and tools ready, we first examined the forest school, we prepared the land for it a month or so back, and it's looking very cosy, cute and educational.

This week it was digging out the circle and weeds under a tyre swing, then wood-chipping over it. Using a handful of tools we reclaimed the border and dug out the weeds. With conversation ranging from moving house, mustaches, first dates, Henry VIII, Arnie and Hendrix...but never far away from Forest Gate. The center of our universe in many ways.

Next week it's over to the allotments at St Marys, in Plaistow. Will try and get that all listed now.

Have a corking weekend and see you next week.

B