A simple one today. Clear a path along the bottom of the embankment that we have previously climbed like mountain goats. More work to do clear brambles but we made a good start. Short report today as I’m going on a plant hunt.

Until next time…

A return visit to Mr M to give his grass a (possible) last cut of the year, but most importantly to clear the surrounding pathway of the overgrowing shrubs, hedge and brambles to make this safe for pedestrians and avoid any problems with the council.

It was heartwarming to see also that Mr M had managed to take on some bramble clearance himself in his backyard, since my last visit, reminding me that missions can be as much about empowerment as safety and wellbeing 💪❤️

Leaflets. Predominantly made of paper. A cornucopia of words and images designed to elicit a response from those that receive them.

This evening we were delivering these bundles of papery joy to the denizens of St Werburghs. Splitting into two groups we covered some of the local roads. The leaflets needing several folds to go through some of the trickier letter boxes. It wasn't long before we ran out of leaflets and we were done. Weeding anyone?

For fans of road names these are the ones we did:

Horley rd.
Sandbed rd.
Tyne st.
Cleave st (evens).
2/3 Mogg Street to 31 odd, 18 even.

Until next time...

Well we laid down our burden but not in the African-American spiritual song … instead, 6 full bags of litter collected by the three amigos from the grassy verges of the riverside. We had to leave a challenge for next time in the charred form of a burned out motorbike … brrrring it on …

A lovely day greeted us at the farm. Today we tackled a large area bordering the walled garden. With brooms and shovels we cleared the area and wheel barrowed up the debris to take to the compost. It was a sweeping success even with a screw loose. Then off for a coffee to start our days🌟

To Mrs M’s I made my way, On a sunny, but chilly kind of day. A table, two chairs - flat-pack delight, With custom Allen key held tight.

Each bag was marked, A, B, C, Parts so neat - easy as 1, 2, 3! Instructions read, I took my stance, And gave those bolts no second chance.

But not alone - no, not quite, Dynamo the cat, basked in the light. He claimed the plastic, sprawled with grace, Then snoozed mid-chair, his chosen place.

A helpful paw? Not quite on cue, But moral support? Absolutely true. Piece by piece, the job got done, Furniture built, cat naps in the sun.

So mission done, with calm and cheer, Thanks from Mrs M, sincere. Another good deed, small but kind, With Dynamo's purr not far behind.