On a warm and sunny Sunday morning, which felt just as if it was still summer (in October!), six GoodGymers from all across London descended on Parliament Hill School to lend Claudia, Nick and Adam hand in the amazing garden transformation.

Matt and Richard used their DIY skills to build a new compost bin, making use of discarded pallets. Michelle and Cherian took hose pipes to water recently planted hedges. Sevan, after an episode of cutting back a monster cluster of brambles, got back into his speciality - scything. Kash got acquainted with a slasher and lost herself in a very satisfying bramble bash.

What a rewarding morning, full of claiming bramble-ridden ground and building new things, it was!

Five GoodGymers started the week off with some much appreciated bush maintenance and leaf raking in what felt like a real changing of the seasons task.

Steph Ducat did an amazing job at cutting back a bush and we managed to fill quite a few bags worth of branches and leaves.

Six GoodGymers spent the best part of an hour turning over woodchip. Everyone chipped in with plenty of shoveling to help make the playground a little safer. We managed to get the majority of the space done after a solid effort by all. Nice to know that everyone's a bit cat mad.

Lending their hands for the second part of this Bike Shed thriller, Sooz and Matt should be commended for their diligent patience. They were left twiddling their thumbs for a good part of an hour as the dismantling overran. Maybe the timings were over-optimistic given the shed’s size…

Meanwhile, en route fast from the dismantling, Bike Shed originals Audrey, Louise and Md blitzed a sweaty scenic run through Victoria Park whilst Jack lazily took a lift in one of the vans - enjoying the A/C and eating cake whilst doing so, probably.

When the truck finally arrived at the school we carefully worked in teams to lift, manoeuvre and place down the heavy pieces in an organised fashion. Our work mirrored an Ikea instruction manual on the playground.

The trickiest part was moving the perspex roof covers, which bent and wobbled, teasing us that they might crack and make all our work in vain. It took all of us and some chuckle-brotheresque communication skills (to me, to you) to slide them off of the truck’s footbed and stack them daintily on top of each other.

By the time we had unloaded and organised the pieces it was sadly time up for the gang. With no time left to reassemble we vowed to fight another day should we get the call from the parents in need.

The Bike Shed saga, to be continued…