Shepherds Hill Gardens, Sunset, Samosas and a Ghost Story Deferred

Last night GoodGym Barnet headed back to Shepherds Hill Gardens, where we try to help Pat and the local friends group every six weeks or so. Their regular volunteers have become a little less active over time, so our extra hands really do make a difference.

We met at the Phoenix Cinema, where the pre-run chat somehow turned to ghosts. Most of us were firm non-believers, with a few cautious “you never knows…” George promised an excellent ghost story, but sadly we never quite got to hear it one for the next social.

We then ran the 2–3km to Shepherds Hill Gardens. The tube strike made the roads busier than usual, but we were rewarded with lighter skies and a beautiful sunset.

Pat had three jobs ready for us: litter picking and sweeping the top area, cutting back ivy from the path, and adding compost around a newly planted fern area.

After a good burst of work, Pat treated us to hot tea, excellent chocolate biscuits and vegan samosas a heroic hosting effort.

George also spotted and heard a goldcrest, one of Britain’s smallest birds and a lovely London wildlife bonus.

We ran back to the Phoenix a few minutes late, but with the gardens tidier, the path clearer, the ferns happier and one ghost story still mysteriously waiting to be told.

Rooted in memory at Stephens House and Gardens

Today, 17 April, I had the great privilege of helping to plant a tree for the Mitchell family at Stephens House and Gardens, alongside fellow GoodGymers Richard and Subham.

It was one of those Community Missions that felt about much more than the practical task in hand. I regularly volunteer at Stephens House and Gardens, so it was a happy coincidence that I was there to help plant this tree on behalf of a family I have known all my life.

A large part of the Mitchell family gathered to witness the planting and to lend a hand themselves. All hands were needed too, as the ground on the lawn was full of heavy clay and stubborn flint, making it no easy job to dig deep enough for the tree. But somehow that felt fitting. The best tributes are not always effortless they ask something of us.

The tree was planted in memory of Martin and Lily Mitchell, who were like surrogate parents to me when I was growing up. We lived on the same street as infants, children and teenagers, and so much of our shared childhood seemed to revolve around Stephens House and Gardens .. or Avenue House, as many of us still think of it. For generations of local families, it has been a jewel in Finchley’s crown, holding layer upon layer of memories through every season.

Martin and Lily were very much part of that story. Lily, in particular, will be remembered by many people connected with the park for her cakes, which were sold in the café, and for the warmth and generosity she brought to events over the years. Martin also played his part in supporting the place, including campaigning for the Bothy and helping to raise money. They were the sort of people who gave to the community simply because that was who they were.

Their daughter Sharon captured that beautifully in a poem written for the occasion, describing the park as a place that gave her parents “so much pleasure” and recalling joyful memories “like a box full of treasure.” She wrote of tea in hand, friends and passers-by, local issues, politics, cakes, laughter, and the simple happiness of being in a place they loved. Now, through this tulip tree, there will be “branches and leaves that connect us” to them still.

It was an emotional moment seeing the tree planted for both parents in a place that meant so much to them. A living tribute in a setting they loved, with green lawn, wildflowers, pond, café and house all around ... it felt exactly right.

The family were incredibly kind and grateful to the three of us from GoodGym, even buying us tea afterwards. But truly, it was we who should be thankful. It was an absolute privilege to play a small part in such an important family moment, and in a tribute to two people who quietly gave so much to their community.

Some Community Missions leave you tired. Some leave you muddy. And some leave you reminded of how deeply people, place and memory can be rooted together.

here is Sharon’s poem to her parents.

Dear Mum and Dad, today we plant this Tulip Tree In your honour where you both loved to be This beautiful park gave you so much pleasure I have many joyful memories like a box full of treasure

Dad you campaigned for the Bothy and raised some money The cafe sold your cakes mum, so delicious and yummy

With a cup of tea in hand, greeting friends and passers by To discuss local issues or politics or to simply say "hi"

You both soaked up the atmosphere of this precious space enjoying its everchanging seasons with smiles your face

So now we have branches & leaves that connect us to you Where we can sit and remember oh I know you'll love the view With the green lawn, the wild flowers, pond, cafe and the house to see The tulip shaped flowers and leaves growing on your splendid tree

I look forward to visiting and giving the tree a warm embrace A heartfelt symbol, Mum and Dad, in Avenue House - this very special place

Judd and I took on a classic GoodGym mission, each cycling in from our respective homes to help get a property ready for a hospital bed to be installed.

With the patient still in hospital, we collected the key from a helpful neighbour and got to work. The main task was moving some furniture to create the space needed, which we managed nice and quickly, with a bit of extra tidying and cleaning thrown in too.

These are often simple practical jobs, but they can make a huge difference at exactly the right moment. It felt a privilege to help, and we’re hoping the patient is soon able to return home comfortably and continue recovering there, with the company of his cats.

This mission was also a reminder of how valuable DBS-checked GoodGymers are for this kind of support. We’d love to have more people signed up and ready to help with these important jobs in future.