Foreman Michelle's head torch cast a strong beam of light that cut through the darkness in Walpole Park. Her team of four plunged their shovels into bottomless piles of woodchip. The woodchip was to be spread evenly around the bases of oak trees along a path - or at least that was what the team believed in.

Two floodlights and five head torches seemed like a glimmer against the pitch-black night. But Foreman Michelle could see very well whether Alan and Sevan covered the tree roots with the standard 20 cm layer of mulch and whether the amount of woodchip that Steph and Kash loaded each time into the wheelbarrow didn't exceed the acceptable health & safety regulations.

After hitting the target of 8 trees mulched, Michelle decided it was knocking-off time. The team returned the tools to the storage, cleaned the wheelbarrows and set off to their homes for rest as the next day another work shift awaited at Gunnersbury Park.

Having recently returned home from hospital, Mr S is very grateful for GoodGym help at the moment to pick up his essential weekly shopping for him.

Last week's super-conscientious GoodGym shopper had alerted me that I'd probably need to visit the large superstore a few km away from Mr S's flat to get all of the required items. Having already run a fair distance to get there, I wasn't too disappointed when Mr S suggested that I should be able to get all of this week's supplies from the smaller store just down the road.

And so it turned out, except for needing to substitute Mr S's first choice of cake for another type, and one completely absent item: tinned potatoes. Not to be deterred, I popped into several other local shops before store number 4 came up with the goods.

Full shop satisfyingly accomplished, it was back to Mr S with the haul before setting off back on the return leg of the long run.

On a very chilly January morning, five GGers met at a much loved community space to make it more welcoming and safer for local people.

With the temperature dipping below zero, the grass was crunchy underfoot and the leaves were coated in a layer of frost. The only thing spoiling the wintry beauty was the litter strewn near benches, under trees and, frustratingly, around bins. So, grabbing our litter pickers, we wasted no time collecting bottles, discarded vapes, crisp packets and much more. As we worked conversation ranged from our tactics for keeping warm, local history and the importance of preserving it, the tastiest spots in the area for lunch and even the best vantage point to watch the boat race!

After 45 minutes we had two bulging bags of rubbish to show for our efforts so we called it a morning. Great work everybody!