Daryl and Eleanor met and left running around 4 miles in opposite directions, in between clearing up Bournemouth Gardens with their mighty litter pickers! One whole bag full was gathered (the area was reasonably tidy for once!), with the usual cans and food packets, all the like, but a star littered-tin-can shining just off the path by the shrubs would come to prove Daryl's immense dedication and determination to improve our lovely green spaces here in Bournemouth... as he well and truly got stuck in the boggy mud collecting said can, losing both his shoes and turning his white sport socks brown as he hopped to safety! (All Eleanor could do was laugh, but of course, save the trainers).