I think I've sobered up enough to write this report... Today I learned a lot about spoons, Pencil Museums and the addictiveness of litter picking. At this point in January I don't think anyone bothers to read these reports so I'm just going to waffle on a bit... yaddy yaddy yadda... after so much litter picking throughout this month theres nothing more to say... Leanne recommended you simply refer to the picture. THE END

As a patch of the Memorial Garden was looking bare and the saplings were struggling a different approach is being trialled using donated trees. The instructions included digging big holes, breaking through the clay layer with a big pole, adding various soil improvers (compost, rabbit poo, egg shells & biochar), tucking the trees in with a layer of mulch, hammering stakes & attaching recycled guards. There were lovely sounds of laughter and chatter as the glorious GoodGymers got on with the task alongside some Treemendous folk.

The session ended admiring Lucy's pond and Leanne educating us in Kula hygiene aids over hot drinks & cakes.

Despite the wet start to the day 8 of us met at the Tiny Forest. Once allocated our tasks we swiftly set to work. Old plastic tree guard debris was litter picked then hole digging and poling began. The secret mulch stash was acquired by our brave & fearless party venturing deep into the wild wood, Mitch left a trail of mulch crumbs to save him & his crew from the witch & the gingerbread house deep in the woods...

There was plenty of shovelling & barrowing action to transport the mulch to the Tiny Forest. Once there it was hauled & spread amongst the tiny trees. It should suppress the pesky weeds and keep the roots happy, whilst jam tarts kept us happy - thankyou Rich.