Weed Did A Grand Job

Winter is truly upon us. A pitch black run up to the park, complemented by drizzling rain and gusty winds, really hammered this home.

When we arrived at the park we headed straight for the Locke lock-up to retrieve some small tools and litter pickers. Headtorches on full beam, we entered the bushes in the centre of the park to start the search for wrongly deposited rubbish. We had to search hard in order to find bits, the park is obviously sees a lot less foot traffic in the winter months which in turn means less litter. Either this or it's all hidden under leaves in the darkness.

When bush comes to shovel!

We managed to fill a couple of bags full of rubbish and ended up removing the odd weed from the beds we were clearing too, we had to make use of the trowel for something after all.

After an hours work we put all of the equipment back in the shed and deposited the rubbish in the nearest public bins outside the park. We then jogged off down the road to stretch off at Glasshouse.