Here We Go Round The Mulberry Bush...

On a wet midsummer's eve, the heavens laden with clouds, the Goodgym runners convened, united in goal and purpose, for they were to return to the Nuttery. Fifteen-fold in number, and clad in fine clothing as red as roses, they ran three leagues to provide aid to Virginia of Transition Bath and Keith of Dry Arch Growers whose holdings had become amassed with grass as high as the knees.

With haste, save for a few drills for the troops, we arrived at our destination, nestled deep between Widcombe, and Bathwick.

                        SCYTHES OUT FOR THE LONG GRASS!  

The runners began the task of felling the blades of grass with blades of their own, in the forms of scythes of Austrian make, together with fine shears, provided by Keith, who was of great aid in providing guidance on the use of the scythes. Despite the best efforts of the horseflies and an ambush to Ollie from a hidden colony of wasps, their morale was not wavered, when the day was done, the grass was hewn down, and the fruit trees released from its clutches. No tree missed the attention of Goodgym.

After a brisk run back, we arrived back at our starting position, ready to do good another day.

Many welcomes to Becky on her first run, and a thank you to Mary for back-marking, and Pascale for leading while Steph is away, and to Virginia and Keith for all their help!

Many thanks and wanton amusement to Sam and Rosie and Mary for their whimsical quips on the title of the quest. Kudos to the one and only Tom Packer for this 'ere mighty run report.

Should anyone wish to, there will be a social this Thursday evening at the Boater for our end-of-month pub quiz; all are welcome!