Today was one of the most enjoyable days I’ve taken part in within our community activities. We gathered with positive energy and great enthusiasm to help clean the area after the annual fireworks display.

We worked together as one team and successfully collected a large amount of litter, bags, and cardboard scattered around, helping restore the place to a clean and tidy state.

The atmosphere was wonderful, and the teamwork made the task easier and more enjoyable. It felt great to see the impact of our efforts right in front of us and to be part of an activity that reflects community responsibility and the spirit of giving.

It was truly a day full of achievement, and smiles never left our faces. We look forward to more activities like this that make a real difference in the communit.

It was the night of the 5th November, and a gang of plotters assembled in the moonlight. Tonight's plot was simple: celebrate Gill’s 600th mission and seed the town with future green rebellions.

Their meeting ritual began with a secret rations exchange, cupcakes handed round in honour of Gill's 600th deed. Energised by frosting and plotting spirit, the crew mounted their steeds and took to the lanes, powder-keg enthusiasm in their legs.

They moved like a midnight patrol, scenting hedgerows for spoils. After a brisk run and a quick cycle, two kilometres claimed from the night, the scouts found a hedgerow heavy with red treasure. Swift hands became harvesters; berries poured into the sack like captured rubies. The haul was declared mission success with triumphant whispers.

The two-wheeled detachment peeled away to tackle the second front: clearing the aftermath of Marsh Farm’s pyrotechnics. They swept embers of fiery celebration and litter from the fields, leaving no trace of the night's noisy revels.

The runners bore the berry trove to the Parks team’s volunteer compound in Wardown Park. There the fruits would be rendered into seed mixture, a quiet alchemy that would turn tonight’s small rebellions into sapling uprisings. Plans were made in hushed, excited tones for the future forest the town would not know had been born by moonlight.

Final sortie: People’s Park, oak-hunting under streetlamp halos. The search was thorough and hopeful. At last one noble oak stood sentinel, but the acorn coffers were bare. The conspirators catalogued the defeat with good humour; a future rendezvous was already plotted.

They dispersed back into town. Gill’s 600th deed celebrated, hedgerow bounty secured, fireworks aftermath cleared, another night where small acts in the darkness combined into a larger plot for the common good. The acorn cache would be sought another night, until then the conspirators smiled and vanished into the dark.

This week’s group run was a full-body charge. We powered up our fitness and helped Farley Hill residents save on their energy bills. In celebration of This Girl Can’s “Lift the Curfew” campaign and marking the seasonal shift from Diwali’s glow to Halloween’s shadows, we lit up the night with colourful flashing wristbands to stay visible and vibrant.

We jogged out from the town centre, climbing the gentle incline toward the foot of the Dallow Downs. Our fitness challenge for the evening was sprint-walk intervals between streetlights, pushing up the mighty Winsdon Hill with serious leg wattage and heart-thumping effort. It was a high-voltage workout that sparked plenty of team spirit.

At the summit, we paused to recharge and admire the panoramic views. Spotting a dumped mattress dimming the landscape’s beauty, we moved it to the roadside and reported it to the council. First good deed done and civic pride fully powered.

With our batteries restored, we switched gears to our main task. We delivered flyers for Groundwork’s Green Doctor scheme, an outreach effort to help households facing fuel poverty find practical ways to reduce energy consumption and lighten the load of winter bills.

As we lit up the streets, our glowing wristbands caught the eye of curious locals. Their warm encouragement boosted our morale and added a spark to our steps.

We wrapped up the evening with one last look over the Dallow Downs and cruised back into town feeling connected, uplifted and fully charged. One friendly shopkeeper even gifted us each an orange to keep our energy levels up for the final leg. It was a juicy boost of natural fuel. It may have been a dark night, but our lights and our purpose made it brilliantly bright.