Mr M had been living in his flat in Shepherd's Bush for sixty years, but the last year had been very different. Since he lost his wife, life had become lonely, and there was no one to look after the big back garden quite as well as Mrs M did.

"She was good with those things," Mr M said to the two volunteers who visited him on a Sunday afternoon, looking at an overgrown climbing plant.

The older gentleman asked Sevan and Kash to trim the plant, which Sevan identified as wisteria. Mr M was also hoping the two would have time to tidy up the area around a small wooden box by the fence. The mysterious box, now empty, was supposed to be home to Mr M's friend, who had lived in the garden for 54 years! Kash couldn't quite believe that the companion really existed, but the garden was vast and full of hideaways, so the GoodGymers agreed to watch where they stepped.

Sevan volunteered to take care of the wisteria, which he was able to tackle without using a step ladder. Kash joined him, but only until Mr M mentioned his strimmer.

"My daughter messed it up," he confessed.

Defunct strimmer? Kash is your woman!

"Let's have a look!" Kash said.

She quickly turned the tool around and discovered it was missing a spool. Sevan joined the investigation and found a new strimmer line in the shed, but not the mechanism needed to attach it. Then Mr M appeared with the missing spool, which still had plenty of line on it.

"Good news! The strimmer is working now," Kash announced triumphantly, having plugged in and tested the tool.

Mr M was delighted to hear that. The grass didn't need strimming at the moment, though, so Kash bagged some of the wisteria cuttings before venturing to the back of the garden in search of weeds to eliminate. By then, Sevan was making good progress with the trimming and no longer needed any help.

At the back, Kash encountered the Big Bad Bramble. Before chopping it down, the GoodGymers enjoyed their modest share of sweet blackberries. Kash began cutting the bramble stems, but suddenly paused.

"Sevan, he's here!"

Clearing the bramble revealed the shape of an ancient creature, half the size of a rugby ball and encased in a hard, brown shell. The volunteers looked at the tortoise with awe, full of respect for this individual who had been slowly walking the Earth for much longer than they had!

Kash gently cut away the rest of the Big Bad Bramble, careful not to drop any cuttings on the tortoise, which wouldn't have been nice even though he wore solid protection on his back. The expression on the reptile's face hinted at slight disapproval, as if he were upset about losing his shady hiding spot.

While bagging the thorny brambles, Kash devised a cunning scheme to wrap them in the bindweed she was pulling from the ground at the same time. Meanwhile, Sevan cut back a few self-seeded sycamores and embarked on a bonus task of trimming an overgrown rose bush, far too tall to be considered easy to maintain.

Ninety minutes flew by, and five black bags were soon filled with cuttings. Mr M praised the volunteers for their good work, then said he could do with some rest, so it was the perfect time for Sevan and Kash to wrap up and walk to another mission in Shepherd's Bush that day.