A litter pick, a garbage grab, a rubbish roundup, take your pick. This evening we entertained the denizens of Redcilffe with our picking prowess. We definitely weren't bears. We did pick six bags full but i'm rambling and i'm home now so the report must end here!

With bags full of litter it was now our turn to fill up, though we went for Ramen.

Until next time...

40 minutes of throwing stones (not at the greenhouse or shed) back into the children's play pit at Windmill Hill City Farm.

We hadn't been to the farm for a while, our absence had been noted. It was great to be back.

We went our separate ways to do some more running - Caroline loops of Victoria Park, Jason around the Harbour.

A grave day for brambles when goodgym comes to town. What are we doing today Brain. The same thing we do every week Pinky! Armed with our usual plethora of tools we snipped, whacked and nibbled away at the undergrowth at Hebron Burial Ground. There was important cat business to be had and a myriad of topics to discuss. Snail orgy anyone?

and now for something completely different:

If a cat sat in a hat would it like that?.
If a cow said hi to you now would it say ciao?.

Personally I think a cat would but the cow one needs more research. Maybe just Italian cows and ones that are very fancy. Anyway thats enough stream of consciousness writing for today.

Until next time…