Who said litter has to be picked? Today, it apparently had to be chased.

With wind gusts hitting 49 mph, the GG Stockport litter‑picking session quickly transformed into a full‑blown extreme sport. Even the horizon tried to issue a warning, showing off the bluest clouds the team had seen in ages—now officially dubbed the “blue storm clouds” phenomenon. Common in strong late‑afternoon storms, when low golden sunlight scatters through heavy clouds, it creates those dramatic green‑blue hues. Very pretty. Very misleading.

Not exactly the dream welcome task for Molly—but full kudos to her for showing up anyway and battling the elements like a seasoned storm chaser.🙌 It was lovely meeting you, Molly!😊 The rest of the team brought equal levels of dedication: Melanie arrived early after trekking from Disley (basically a heroic quest in that weather) bringing along her study materialsfor biology class, and Mandy —as always—was the steady, calm presence risk‑assessing everything wobbling. We appreciate you, Mandy!🙌 And Hazel… well, she can always make you tea or coffee before the task even begins.☕

Halfway through, nature upgraded from “annoying breeze” to “angry sideways rain,” 🌧️so the team wisely called it. But in just 30 minutes of meteorological chaos, 🌪️this mighty quartet still managed to fill eight full sacks of plastic and glass bottles in every shape and size imaginable. Truly impressive for half an hour of storm‑dodging.🌪️

They’ve promised to return on a day when the weather is less dramatic. Hopefully next time they’ll get to learn more about Molly—and fill even more sacks with litter, not rainwater. Great British Summer Clean 2026, maybe? ☀️😄