The new task call to arms was responded to rather satisfyingly yesterday. After pegging it over from the station at speeds not seen by me since 2018, I exhaustedly regretted my efforts after only receiving two people, albeit Hils and Rosa, I could've walked! Rosa, apparently had been on holiday, but looked like she was back where she belonged, she said "I'm so glad to be back, cocktails on the beach are for indulgent whimps, I want to decant a large bag of soil in Stratford Village to forget about it". Hard to argue with that.

As everyone else arrived, we combined a warm up with our RWQ, someone shouted it out - I can't recall who - "what's your favourite Winter Olympic sport?" I eagerly began after glimpsing the the 1500m speed skating earlier that day, no-brainer. We also had figure skating, the ice dancing one. Ski Jump, the visually remarkable one, where they basically fly. Curling, the old man one. Oh and Ski Ballet, the trippy 80's one. I implore you to look at this video, great answer, Hils.

Snaking a few kilometers through Stratford brought us to the site. We met the brains behind the operation, Ellen and Anita, and saw our challenge, in the shape of two tonne bags of soil. Our mission was to spread it evenly over the bed, with our strong numbers this posed little problem, or time. Our reward, to stroke Callum's dangerously cute young puppy, and see the man himself. If that wasn't enough excitement, we detoured with voyeuristic and mischievous intentions, to see Graham play tennis and embarrass him, somehow. Our suspicions were confirmed, he does actually practise tennis on a Wednesday evening, with a backwards cap and Leyton Hewitt style locks protruding through.

Next week we hit the hospital, apparently there's lots to do, it's a longer run down the traffic free Greenway, sign up here

Till then,

B