Tonight we were off to litterpick in Locke Park. The park in the dark can be a scary prospect. What might be lurking in the shadowy bushes?! I'll tell thee what, a terrifying amount of trash. Being in the depths of winter now we were on our own as Anne is hibernating.

Arriving in the dark park, bags and pickers were deployed and thusly used to remove litter from the bushes in the central area. We removed cans, bottles, wrappers and cigarettes. All of the usual gubbins. After 45 minutes of picking we started to wind up, depositing the bags of bits in nearby bins.

As the run up to the park is a constant uphill affair and we were persistently picking for an hour, an extra fitness session was forgone in lieu of just running back to base. Once back at Glasshouse, we stretched off and parted ways.