Rooting For My Spuds

Sun-kissed scenes in Newham yesterday, with a longer endurance building and fat shredding run, 17 fine folk came along to put something back into the community. What's not to like?

It quickly became apparent that I incorrectly described this as a 6k run, this wasn't some punishing psychological coaching tactic, but a small blunder. Everyone took the news in their stride, pardon the pun, and embraced the extra time on feet. We didn't set off before doing our random weekly question, a recycled one, but a goody "what's you favourite biscuit?". All the classics in there plus a few rogue ones. Kev's lemon puffs, I need to try these, I reckon Kev knows.

So down The Greenway we travelled, with the powerful sun energising us towards Parkside Gardens. We arrived to a well earned glass of water, then began three tasks. Clearing a massively overgrown weeded section, with the object of unearthing a polly-tunnel - success. Weeding another area, then getting some matting down and wood chip on top - success. Also carefully uprooting more weeds in a large planter, scrupulously tracing their roots and plucking them out - success. I just got a text off Jane, she's absolutely delighted with your efforts, can't sing your praises enough. Blimmin' marvelous effort guys.

Last Wednesday of the month means one thing: social. Hence we all descended on Pitch, but with no food and no CO2 (no draught) we quickly regretted not going to Roof East. So we drank up , went to our favourite roof bar for a beer and some grub. THE END.

See some of you beauties on Saturday (GG Olympics) - the rest of you next week. We are on another new task - adopting a section of canal. Should be ace, I reckon we might even start hitting 20 people again....come on!

Until then

B