All five GoodGymmers made their way to today’s task under their own steam. Juli, Jess, and first‑timer Pammi walked over together from the community centre, Angela arrived by bike, and Ed took a meandering route via a few extra churches before joining us at St Luke’s.

At the church we were greeted by task owner Jaqueline, who revealed our challenge: mountains of pruned branches and brush. Suspiciously familiar mountains. Possibly the very same ones we proudly created on previous visits. Apparently the universe (and Jaqueline) had decided it was time for us to tidy up after ourselves.

The mission: break it all down, bag it all up, and prepare it for its glamorous final journey to the dump.

The team got stuck in immediately; snapping, stuffing, chatting, and generally turning chaos into neatly filled black sacks. The weather behaved, the daylight was kind, and the piles shrank with satisfying speed. Juli and Angela even discovered a couple of froggy supervisors, who hopped out of the way as we dismantled their hiding place.

After an hour of industrious bag‑filling, we stood back to admire our handiwork; 31 bags packed, stacked, and ready for their ride to rubbish heaven.

We always love a visit to St Luke’s, and something tells us we’ll be back soon; to finish the job, tackle new odd‑jobs, or maybe just check in on our froggy friends.

Five brave GoodGymmers butted the gloomy forecast aside and trotted over to Wessex Primary School, where Caretaker Andrew welcomed us and explained our rather udderly unusual task.

Tonight, we’d be standing in for the school’s former goats by clearing a small paddock of acorns. Andrew told us the oak tree only drops a mega‑crop every four years — and this was one of those bumper seasons. With the goats no longer around to gobble up the goodies, it was time for us to bleat them to it.

There was no kidding around once we got started. Armed with plant pots, rakes, and even a leaf blower, we set about herding acorns into black sacks at an impressive pace. By the end, we’d filled around 25 bags — a truly goat‑worthy haul — which Andrew whisked away to the bins.

The paddock is now looking far less a‑corny and ready for the PE department to unleash some fun and games.