Pancake pans paused on a quiet night, four willing hands chose sheers over light.

Michael took aim at the bramble with gusto and grin, he wrestled the root till the stubborn stump gave in.

Dylan and Rosie picked ivy off stone and wall, they stripped every tendril, they answered the call.

Jake ferried the load in a trusty barrow, back and forth he went, quick as an arrow.

At the venue on North Road the task was complete, Northlands Hostel in Maindy: beds of clean earth, with walls neat and sweet.

The stump called “middle finger” met a final goodbye, and leaves made their exit beneath a dull sky.

Tools were returned and the wheelbarrow sighed, we left with lighter steps and more space outside.

Pancakes later kept spirits bright, join us in March if you fancy a night.

Teamwork, laughter, and sweat in the cold, another small victory, another story told.