What a Tuesday! The GoodGym Lambeth crew descended on the Woodlawns Centre armed with rakes, good vibes, and apparently a keen eye for unexpected discoveries. 👀

Fi, Ben, Patrick (welcome back, stranger! 🎉) and the fully-restored Adam — back to his best like a freshly serviced lawnmower — showed up ready to make a difference for The Lunch Club Streatham, who use Woodlawns for half their service days. ❤️

These are the people feeding the community, so the least we could do was make sure their garden isn’t a leafy, twiggy obstacle course.

And boy, did we deliver. We’re talking many. MANY. bags of leaves — composted, not binned, because we’re environmentally virtuous like that 🌱.

Litter was picked. Twigs were sorted (yes, twig sorting is a skill and yes, we have it). The pathway was cleared to a standard that would make a Chelsea Flower Show judge weep with joy. 😭🌸

But the highlight? Nestled amongst the foliage like a peculiar nature reserve exhibit: one twin pack of unopened condoms. 😱 We will not speculate. We will simply note that the garden is clearly a space full of life and possibility. 🤩

The Woodlawns garden is now ready for everyone to enjoy — which is the whole point, isn’t it? Community spaces, cared for by communities. That’s what we’re about. 💪🏼🍾

Big love to Fi, Adam, Ben and Patrick for getting stuck in. Same time next week? 🏃​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

What a night! GoodGym Lambeth were back out in force for one of our favourite combos: a proper graft followed by a proper social.

The dream team of Fi, Ben, Katie, Tilly, Michael, Jo, task owner Nicole, and the brilliant Naomi from HTC assembled, ready to take on whatever the evening threw at them. 💪🏼

(A special shoutout to Adam, who had to pull out with an injury before the fun began — wishing you a speedy recovery, mate! We’ll keep a weed-pulling glove warm for you. 🧤)

The Task: Holy Weed-moley 🌱😤 Tonight’s mission took us to the vicarage, where the garden had clearly been taking its vows a little too seriously — specifically the vow of uncontrolled growth. We’re talking weeds. Weeds upon weeds. A veritable congregation of weeds. If weeds could form a church, this would’ve been their cathedral. 🌿⛪

Our lot got stuck in with the kind of righteous enthusiasm that frankly the clergy would approve of. Pulling, digging, bagging — the whole holy trinity of garden clearance. By the time we were done, the vicar could actually see the garden again. We didn’t quite part the sea of greenery, but we gave it a very good go. Check out the pics for proof! ❤️📸

The Social: What Do You Meme? (More Like What Do You SCREAM) 😱🤩 Post-weeding, the team descended on the Tulse Hill Hotel for the monthly social, where What Do You Meme? was unleashed upon an unsuspecting group of tired volunteers. Reader, it did not stay innocent for long.

Michael appeared to have some kind of mystical connection to the card deck, pulling out banger after banger like a comedy magician. 🪄 Tilly, meanwhile, finally — finally — broke her duck and claimed a well-deserved round win (the crowd went appropriately wild 🎉). Nicole made a late surge to the finish with all the energy of someone who’d spent the evening battling overgrown weeds and still had gas in the tank.

As for the female sanitary products, we have agreed collectively to never speak of this again.... An absolutely brilliant evening all round. Weeds vanquished, memes survived, community strengthened. This is what GoodGym Lambeth is all about. 🏃‍♀️💚

See you next time — and Adam, get well soon! 🙏​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ You had to be there. On reflection, perhaps it’s better that you weren’t. 🫣

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