5 Goodgymmers paid a flying visit to the wonderful gang at Chapman's Green for a spot of flowerbed maintenance.

Come on you Reds!

Let's be honest, good ol' Gramps was very preoccupied with finishing the task at hand in time to get his eyeballs in front of a television set at 8pm for the start of the second leg of the Champs League semi finals to see his glorious reds (#COYG)

Nevertheless, always the professionals, we took instructions from the Friends group to clear the "goodgym bed" from all weeds in time for a volunteering session this weekend.

We jumped at the task with gusto. Niamh in particular found the time to regale us with some rather unconventional running commentary about pulling up weeds but for the sake of Goodgym's PR department we will not print it in here.

Luckily, or unluckily in hindsight, Gramps managed to get away in time for the start of the game in which the reds put a valiant fight but went on to lose and be eliminated from the competition.

Gramps will recover eventually, we're sure.

Seven Goodgymmers started the evening with high hopes and ended the night drawing their sorrows on the banks of the Westbury Banks nature Reserve

Locked, stocked, and frazzled

Our Goodgymmers arrived the Nature Reserve to find that a neighbouring Friends group had borrowed the main tool they needed for tonight's task of clearing the top end of the Reserve to make it a bit more presentable from the street. Undeterred, our Goodgymmers used whatever tools were available to them to get on with the job at a hand.

Our Julie arrived straight from work like the rock star she is but it did mean she had some expensive work gear and her home keys with her in her work bag. Gramps suggested she put it in the thief-proof super-safe virtually-unbreakable toolbox for safekeeping. And then, then the key broke.

After a rather long period of panic, Gramps arrived at the only real solution available to them and called an emergency locksmith.

Our team completed their task for the evening all the while keeping an eye on Gramps' blood pressure. When 8pm came and went without any sign of the locksmith, our Goodgymmers armed themselves with drinks and crisps for the offie and we all settled in the Reserve for the long haul. We needed to make sure our Julie could get home after all.

Eventually, our knight in shining armour arrived and proceeded to do a lot of huffing and puffing. After around half an hour and a few hundred pounds later, we had broken into the box and we were all free to go home. So we all went to the pub to settle our nerves, of course.

Never a dull moment with GGH!

4 runners laid the foundations for an overflow pond.

With Gramps away, another robin came to watch over us working this week. I'm begining to think he's training them.

It was a solid work out this week. Relocating heavy clay from the foundations of the building work at Wolves Lane. Into wheel barrows, over rough terrain, round a little hill, down, and heave it up to form the wall of a new pond!

With half the crew not signed up to any races this year, there was much celebration for Julie's tripple marathon weekend, bringing her total up to 150!