Garden Party

The day when the far right riots were met with a proper London response, as counter protests swarmed the weak-minded, and over in Newham we cracked on as we always do. A sombre discussion about politics and violence to start, not a stock ice-breaker, but a pertinent one.

The Greenway, our flight path to the hospital, and also the lubricant for conversation, including but not limited to: Parkrun on the 17th, Eugene's first parkrun, marriage, altitude training, Mayans & Incas, Italian cyclists, 500 years of Black British music and the surveillance state.

Nancy snapped our picture on arrival, asked us to fill out a form, then led us to the garden. We were to chop, trim, weed, sweep and paint - a makeover of the sensory gardens. Hopefully so patients get a bit of respite and even perhaps to be used as a physio zone. We got stuck in and did our thing, forty minutes later and we had cleared at least ten large bags, tidied up all the paths and even painted a bench (minus a leg).

Quality work guys, made a huge difference and that longer run will serve you well. Next week I'm waiting on Ange to respond, but as a back-up will be Abbey Gardens. hopefully get confirmation soon.

Till then,

B