Who'd've thought wed have such a dry evening after torrential rain through the day?

The master plan of re-turfing (well, patchwork grassing) the damage recently caused at Brunswick Cemetery was looking doubtful but we were soon re-purposing the grass growing where it shouldn't to the bare soil where it should be growing. All a bit mucky, and trying to leave the battered shrubs to fill the gaps, there was plenty of hamstring and quad work to bend and straighten before re-laying the grass, beautifully lit by fellow GoodGymmers.

With may-a-strange look from passersby, a few did stop and chat, amazed at the idea of re-use.

Having avoided any rain at all, we packed up and, quitting while we were ahead, running and walking back to Workout before heading to Pieminister for the beat pies on a rainy gloomy day and more lovely chat - making our own sunshine.

We have made so much difference to the winter view of the Burial Ground - lots of the previously-hidden gravestones can now be seen as soon as you enter the green space as the bramble forest has been cut to just a few inches - now to see what happens in Spring...

We were joined by Jen for the first time, a recruit from Greville Smyth junior parkrun volunteering, who quickly joined in the chopping mission to find the ground as well as the gravestones. Operation Find The Wall is now underway, having successfully cleared all the way to the far path.

Soundtrack for the evening was mostly experiences of volunteering at Glastonbury (trying to stop festival-goers contaminating the watercourses by encouraging them to use the provided loos) to childhood experiences of being blamed for things which a sibling had done, including sibling's graffiti-ing walls or windowsills in a less-than-sophisticated way. But also times the GoodGymmer had been the sibling causing the mischief...

Lots of chat and lots of chopping, Richard B as ever getting as much done in their Solo spot as the rest of us put together. The Whirling Dervish of Bristol GoodGym.

Time to pack up and move out, Vaguely Northern Darren went back to look for Melanie's missing non-gardening glove which was mysteriously found under the now quite soggy lights in her bag - if only there was a light on whilst putting the lights in the bag...

The rain and chill had lessened considerably for the journey back and we were lulled into a fall sense of dryness and warmth at Workout as we enjoyed our post-run/walk tea, hot chocolate, chai or pint. Until we were putting soggy hats, gloves and jackets back on. Roll on the bramble-growth of Spring but also warmer rain!