Ian and I met the ladies at a Paint Recycling plant in Kentish Town to fill our backpacks with tins of paint. We were both dressed for the depths of winter, but as the sun came out to cheer as on the layers came off, as we realised that running with paint was hot work.

Thanks to Ian's fantastic navigation skills we made it the 3 miles to safely deposit the paint into very grateful arms ( we wouldn't have made it past the end of the road if I was showing the way as I came on the mission with a flat phone, always a rookie mistake).