Spent 15 minutes making observations for the citizens science survey on part of the River Soar in Leicester. A lovely peaceful task helping The Big River Watch.

Steph Ducat did his survey on the Greenwich Peninsula near the O2 and facing Canary Wharf

Tracey surveyed the river Derwent and also the river Heulyn with Gwyn, where they saw waterboatmen. He also went to the Seiont.

I did an observation and submitted the survey this morning, I went to Camden Town and reported on Regent's Canal. Photo attached.

The app was super easy to use and made the entire experience very easy to go through and also quite engaging.

Gosia

from Jacqui.

Sally and I did our litterpick around the Moco museum. Modern, contemporary and digital art inside, but outside plenty of discarded Whisky bottles and cigarette packets to fill our bags with! 🚮

did mine at lunchtime today. Thanks again for listing this Paul Brown

Last weekend’s heavy rain will have led to high flows along the River Ravensbourne which in turn washes down litter from higher up stream; it was certainly evident in the tight flood plain in Brookmill Park. A full black bag’s worth was collected, much of it done under the watchful eye of one of the herons (just visible in the photo).

from Paul Salman

One sultry afternoon, when the sun blazed with the intensity of a toddler mid-tantrum, I decided that a stroll along Dollis Brook would be the perfect antidote. Of course, this wasn’t just any walk; it was a GoodGym litter-pick walk with my faithful companion, Gus, who I suspect secretly believed that he was not so much a dog as an honorary park ranger.

The Brook, in its charmingly modest way, was behaving itself quite well that day, displaying only the merest suggestion of rubbish in the usual suspects—benches and bushes, which seem to attract discarded snack wrappers like magnets attract, well, anything metallic. I was armed with my litter picker, a device that is best described as a T. rex arm on a stick, and I had the slightly smug satisfaction that comes with being prepared to do good. Gus, for his part, maintained his vigilant sniffing duties, which mostly involved scrutinizing the places where less civic-minded dogs had left their mark.

As I navigated the meandering path, I noticed a bright orange council van sidling up to one of the bins, the way a cat might stalk an unsuspecting mouse. Inside, a council worker—decked out in what appeared to be the official uniform of high-visibility gear and an air of mild resignation—was dutifully emptying the bins. I nodded approvingly at this sign of municipal upkeep, my litter-picker swooping down to snag an errant crisp packet that had made a bid for freedom in the breeze.

Then, to my mild surprise, the council worker headed directly towards me. For a brief, irrational moment, I wondered if there was some obscure bylaw against unsanctioned litter picking. But no—he beamed at me like I was some sort of civic hero. “Thank you for your litter picking,” he said, with all the warmth of someone who truly means it, as though I had single-handedly solved the borough’s rubbish problem. “Would you like some council bags?”

Naturally, I graciously accepted, trying to convey through my expression that yes, I was exactly the sort of person who not only wanted council bags but also knew exactly what to do with them. It was the sort of small victory that adds a surprising amount of satisfaction to a day.

As I continued on my walk, council bag in tow, something remarkable happened. People—a surprising number of them—began to acknowledge my efforts. “Thank you for what you’re doing!” they’d call out, as though I were a one-person anti-litter brigade. It was immensely gratifying, though slightly puzzling. I mean, all I was doing was picking up rubbish. It wasn’t as though I was rescuing kittens from trees or single-handedly solving the climate crisis.

With my bag increasingly heavier and my spirits proportionately lighter, I made my way towards a nearby bin where I left my satisfyingly full sack of collected litter, neatly tied like a Christmas gift for the sanitation department. I felt an odd sense of accomplishment as though I had performed some small but significant service for the community.

Not one to let an opportunity pass, I even took advantage of the local exercise machines along the way, which is essentially gym equipment re-imagined by someone who has never actually been to a gym. I gave them a go, feeling thoroughly virtuous and a bit like a child on a playground, which, to be honest, was no bad thing.

By the end of the walk, Gus and I were both suitably entertained and I, at least, felt quietly heroic in that way one does after making even a modest contribution to the public good. I imagined that the council worker would drive by later, spot the neatly tied bag, and think to himself, “Ah, the work of a true professional.”

As for Gus, he was far more interested in finding the next promising scent, but I like to think that, in his own way, he was as pleased with our good deed as I was. It was a good walk, a good litter pick, and, as a result, a thoroughly satisfying day.

Three J's (the wonderful Jackie, Jacqui, and John) and an A (me) spent our Friday lunchtimes exploring the sun and green of Regent's Park.

Along our 6-7km of gentle running, we strolled past the zoo's giraffes and ostriches, and also took in the Park's latest new graffiti.

A lovely lunch with lovely folks :)

A few goodgym people did some litter picking in June.

Sally and Jacqui said Sally and I did this month's litterpick on Hampstead Heath yesterday. The Kite Festival was on.🪁

Paul My bit done …

As it is London Rivers Week it seemed appropriate to do some river based plogging. I picked up about half a black sack of litter in my wander along the current flood plain of the Ravensbourne between Deptford and Lewisham. I was also armed with secateurs so was able to cut back a lot of brambles as I went. Thanks for listing

Paul Salman did his pick on Saturday 29th June

With my dog Gus at my side, we set off on a mission. Armed with bags, gloves, and a sense of adventure, we ventured to Chesil Beach Dorset, determined to make it sparkle by picking up litter left behind by fishermen and late-night revelers.

We started our trek through the grassy fields leading to the beach. The morning greeted us with warm, golden light, and the sea, calm with a greenish hue, reflected the perfect summer day. It felt like a special moment, just wandering along the beach with Gus, ready to make a difference.

The beach offered a treasure trove of litter, each piece with its own untold story. Among the highlights were beer cans, a testament to unfinished fun, and two pairs of swimming trunks, left behind like forgotten mementos of a swim. The most intriguing find was a T-shirt from Japan, adorned with Japanese hieroglyphics and looking like it had traveled quite a distance. International beachwear, perhaps?

By the end of our litter-picking spree, we had filled three bags with rubbish. Notably, one bag bore the label "Barnet, London." A shout-out to Barnet Council – we're helping out Dorset with your contributions!

Walking along Chesil Beach, with the sea's gentle murmur and the warm sun overhead, picking up litter felt less like a chore and more like a gratifying adventure. Each piece of trash we collected added to the narrative of our morning. Gus, as always, was the perfect partner, adding a touch of canine charm to the task.

It was a successful mission accomplished! Chesil Beach is a bit cleaner, and our spirits are a bit higher. Here's to more GoodGym adventures and making a positive impact, one piece of litter at a time.

Until next time, happy running and picking!

litter picking while I was in Suffolk for a few days last week. Always sad how much litter is discarded in country lanes, despite not being near any houses. This sweet wrapper was just across the lane from these lovely orchids. Best wishes Katy