Skirting Ealing’s lower borders, the Grand Union Canal leisurely bends this way and that – like a discarded piece of Brit-boiled spaghetti, perhaps, or a generous dollop of blueberry jam dribbled onto the edge of a green Ealing-sized, Ealing-shaped plate. For sure, it’ll eventually deliver its watery wares to the Thames, but it’s got no deadline and it knows it. However, as it glides blithely past Hanwell, it passes a series of orchards where things are more urgent. The space was reclaimed from its gritty industrial aftermath in 2017 and is now used to grow fruit trees, an initiative started by Hanwell and Norwood Green Orchard Trail (HANGOT, and no, we can’t think how to get the ‘U’ in there either). But the trees grew a little too enthusiastically last year, threatening the local ecosphere with something of a hug of death. They need cutting back, and the soil’s nutrients could use a boost. So HANGOT teamed up with GoodGym’s Ealing division to make that happen.

Lead by Sevan, GoodGym offered help in the form of twelve keen folks (“A raker’s dozen”, Sevan quipped), each keen to grab a shovel, a wheelbarrow, secateurs or, indeed, a rake. Steph and Harvey were amongst a group focused on defibrillating the soil back into life with shovels and a pile of mulch the size of a small hill. “This is beautiful mulch. The things that GoodGym teaches you…” mentioned Harvey, just in case you assumed mulch was anything other than oversized soggy wooden breakfast cereal. The pile was distributed and the trees were grateful for it.

Time for surgery via secateurs. While Team Mulch were busy wheelbarrowing their chunks of Soggy Brown Wet, Max and Sevan assisted the HANGOT volunteers busy chewing away the tree’s overgrown branches. (Though with shears, not teeth. HANGOT has no giraffes on their team…yet.) Both, however, were mindful of the brutally impressive two inch thorns that hedgehogged off the branches. “Whoever said ‘Nature is kind’ never had to deal with it repeatedly stabbing you in the hand”, Max murmured. (Sevan offered him a pair of spare protective gloves, and all was well.) The resulting bundles were piled into wheelbarrows and moved to areas that West London fauna consider impressive real estate. With the area cleared and primed for a fresh fruit crop destined for the Nutri-bullets of health-conscious locals, we moved onto the piggeries.

Spoiler: there were no pigs. Or a wolf. Or houses built from straw or brick, though there were plenty of sticks had any construction-inclined swines been available. In truth, it was more of the same here – but towards the west end of the enclosure, the overgrowth took on an almost jungle-like tone. So as we continued our operation (Mulch, mulch, mulch. Dig, dig, dig. Thorn, in, hand, ow.) we moved all the chopped-off wooden goodness to this natural biodiversity sanctum. And in the mild sun of a pleasantly warm February, it felt positively glorious.

With the work wrapped up, we went on our way to a local coffee shop at a gentle walking pace not unlike that of the Grand Union Canal itself. “We couldn’t have done it without you,” assured HANGOT volunteer Magda. Which gave us a final reason why doing good really can feel it, too.

For GoodGym Ealing's second compost task of they week, they became purveyors of fine compost, free to a good home, allotment or dog peeing spot. Anyone could turn up with a container and take away as much as they'd like. Opening the tool storage, the 6 GoodGymers present were surprised to find 2 barrows prefilled with compost as well as the shovels and wheelbarrows essential for the task.

The barrows turned into another job for the team as Steph, Max and Jo went to fill the second bay in the Walled Garden, continuing the work from Tuesday's group run. Today was Jo's first session with GoodGym and she did an amazing job, shovelling compost like a pro with the others 💪 🥳 👏!

Back at the giant compost heap, the team again tried to guess that was in the compost based on it's pungent smell. Definitely not food waste according to Kymm and probably something leafy. Familiar faces appeared as Claire and Madhan took away a couple of wheelbarrows which the team filled up for them. Let's see what they grow with it at their Northfield allotments plots. Others came too with bin bags, shopping trolleys and one woman had come all the way from West Acton with a folding cart (and a car).

"I'd like some black gold please" - Woman with cart
"Well, we have around 2 tons of it. How much would you like?" - Sevan
"Oh, I'll take a ton" - Woman with cart

She had 10 bins bags, which didn't quite come to a metric ton. Still, she was really grateful for what she was able to wheel away to use in her garden. The team wrapped up at 12:30 having done a good shovelling shift, leaving the remaining heap to gardeners who'd brought their own spades and excited dogs, who'd find a new favourite digging spot.

When the clocks go back in October, who would say no to that extra hour in bed on Sunday morning?

GoodGymers!

Five of them have beaten the autumn-winter sloth and showed up bright and early in Northfields to help Kathy and her colleagues from Ealing Transition Beeshare tame the rampant ivy and brambles in the Walmer Gardens orchard.

I can honestly say that GoodGym is threatening to disrupt my normal weekend lie-in habits - Max.

Turning into an early bird wasn't the only risk at this morning's session. As the orchard served as the location for the bee co-op's hives, we couldn't be 100% sure that no one would get stung. Kathy showed us a dividing point (an old apple tree) beyond which there was no guarantee that the bees would accept our operations. At the end of the session, it turned out that the pollinators must have been pleased with our presence or hadn't got their coffee shot yet (despite Steph inadvertently leaving his cup around them). No bee stings reported!

The Beeshare team had been working on clearing the space of brambles earlier on and had left some old cuttings, which Max offered to collect and drop at the back of the orchard. Deepak and Sevan volunteered to free the fruit trees at the garden entrance from ivy and brambles. Steph Ducat and Kash chose to cut the blackberry shoots around the big apple tree marking the border of the hive territory. In the process, they stomped on numerous uncollected fallen apples - squish, squish! - and, luckily, didn't stomp on two frogs - ribbit, ribbit! - hiding in the brambles. Steph, to keep the amphibians safe, moved them closer to the pond. At least that's what he told Kash. Should she have trusted the French guy to deal with frogs?

Ninety minutes of productive lopping, pulling and wheelbarrowing left the orchard transformed and ready for the winter break. Four GoodGymers decided it wasn't enough goodgymming for the day and jogged to Walpole Park for their second task that morning.

In October 1985, Marty McFly jumped into Doc Brown's DeLorean and travelled 40 years into the future. He jumped not only in time, but in space too. Marty found himself in 2025 London, although it didn't look like London at all. Grassy meadows, pine trees, blue skies, uninterrupted by unsightly skyscrapers. But there was something else...

Instead of flying hoverboards, so ubiquitous in 2015, the meadow was full of fly-tipped boards - parts of beds, drawers, cupboards. If Marty went back to 2023, he'd have seen that volunteers from Friends of Grove Farm, LAGER Can, and GoodGym have cleared the fly-tipped bulky rubbish from the Ealing Northern meadow. Now the flytips were back!

GoodGymers Max, Sevan and Kash joined a group of Friends of Grove Farm for the usual monthly conservation day, but the need to keep the place clear of rubbish was more pressing. Mike, the lead of Friends of Grove Farm, gave the team a choice of two projects: picking up small litter or removing bulky trash: pieces of furniture, pipes, buckets, barbecues, mowers. The team decided to tackle the large-scale rubbish and cleared two big patches of flytips.

After the initial shock, Marty McFly was so inspired that he travelled in time to the next Grove Farm conservation day in November 2025. There is still time to sign up for those who don't have a DeLorean time machine. We are hoping to see you and Marty there!