One balmy balsamy evening

12 runners met with John from Friends of Hob Moor to attack the rampaging himalayan balsam which is spreading through the forested area and clogging the dry stream bed. We swiftly spread out and began our vengeance, using a range of techniques to get the weed out. Rich took a 'team tall' approach, only taking out the tall pieces where as Mitch's attention to detail led him to find a road sign stand. Ed and Amy (with the help of Fergs the Dog) worked on the brook bank and, as neither of them were soaking wet at the end of the task, I assume they didn't fall in.

Newbie Emma got the proper goodgym experience with a nettle to the face and Nikki kept being her usual self and ended up with a nasty bramble scratch. A few brief snacks later (we found wild raspberries) and there was soon so much balsam that Mitch could hide in it.

A group picture (and a few more raspberries later) and it was time for home and picking out thorns!