On a dry and mild Autumn evening, with the Sun not so late in its yearly journey that the sky was too dark to let us, six GoodGymmers descended upon Bath for some fastidious plogging.

Now I'm led to believe from Wikipedia that this word comes from the merging of the Swedish verbs 'plocka upp (pick up) and 'jogga' (jog) to form the new verb 'plogga', from which the word plogging derives. But that's enough Swedish for now, I wonder if Abba plog?

Emily, Aaron, Art, Holly, Laura and Meyrick met by the river next to the leisure centre equipped with binbags a plenty, gloves and at least one litter picker (the owner of which did not have gloves). Mission objective: walk downriver as far as we could in our alloted time and pick up as much litter as we could. Was there jogging as well? I like to think that I remember there being some, let's leave it at that.

There was a side quest initiated at the beginning to accumulate scores of 1, 2, or 3 (depending upon size of litter acquired) however this somehow got forgotten, presumably due to all that aforementioned fastidiousness and stuff.

Local heroes Holly and Meyrick also came to the aid of a tourist who had lost his wallet, hoping that maybe we had come across it during our plogging. However we hadn't, but bursting with community spirit we did advise him how to contact lost property in case it had been handed in elsewhere.

By the time we'd finished there was an impressive haul from a particularly well littered area for Bath, well done litterers for providing us with this harvest. This plogging session was definitely not a rubbish one. Or was it?