We fought the footpath and the footpath won

Breakin' rocks in the hot sun, We fought the footpath and the footpath won, We needed limestone 'cause we had none, We fought the footpath and the footpath won

We left Egg behind and it feels so bad, Guess our race is run, She's the best trainer that we ever had, We fought the footpath and the footpath won

So ten hardcore GoodGymers gathered once again for a spot of SPAD-O-MATTOCK-ISM near Bad Bargain Lane (hmm the location was trying to tell us something methinks!) to 'finish' the footpath for the fourth time this year. Debs had convinced her poor sister Becky (who had come all the way from Nottingham for a night in York) that she was going for a 'little run' - boy did she have a surprise.

So we dug and we mattocked and we shovelled and barrowed the rocks. Babs and Ellie got busy stapling the lining and putting in stakes for the edging with the enormous whacker sledgehammer thingummy and Becky got raking. The rest of us took turns running barrowloads of rock before switching to digging while 'No switch' Mitch ran like a great eejit back and forth without ever putting his barrow down!. We exhausted pile 1 and switched to pile 2 at the other end of the path.

It's actually further from this end

said Mel and unfortunately she was right, at which point even 'No switch' Mitch started walking.

Two hours later we had one half of the path complete leaving just a short 8 metres or so to finish up - perhaps next time we will actually complete the neverending footpath, but I'm not betting on it?

Just time for a quick lungy photo and we were off - until the next time....