There’s a hole in my bucket, dear Lisa, dear Lisa!

We gathered at Urban Escape to tick off some of the infinite tasks that come with such a big space.

Darren got to work with the wheelbarrow, covering the weeded paths with bark, while the rest of us got weeding in various forms.

Thanks to Tim and Mel for today’s pun (singsong?) inspired by the hole in their trug and thanks to Lisa for the garlic and onions (aka the allotment party bag).

We parted ways, keeping vampires at a suitable social distance thanks to our garlic which Richard's running bag conveniently had a made-for-purpose pocket!