Fresh from my business trip to Down Hall, I hit up a cheeky mission. Six bags of rubbish taken away.

Five bags and two cardboard boxes were no match to the power of the wolf. Mission accomplished.

Whoop whoop it's the sound of the GoodGym!

Time for another run, arriving on a warm summer eve and greeting Nicola, we had a chat and I'd planned a nice circular route to be led by Jane. We headed off into the light night. Hopefully Mohammed's leg will heal up soon and he can get back to running with us! He has a parkrun PB to attempt!

We chatted as we ran (of course) , Erin lamenting that her days of being able to attend multiple raves a weekend have passed her by, Joel lamenting he didn't have a million pounds in cash to spend on a house, and Ben not lamenting at all that he is going to Switzerland next week!

Superb job there everyone, Pastor Chris was very impressed and grateful at the amount we did, and that we survived the flesh wounds from all the brambles. Any excuse for me to wield an excessively sized scythe is always good.

Fay headed back to meet us at the gym and we set off. She called the police en route about a broken down car on a bend. Another good deed done.

Although we dwindled in numbers on the route back we still had strong appetite for cake, which Andy had clearly home made. Jane even took one home for Rich and he was kind enough to send a photo (NSFW) of him enjoying it. No good deed for that.

Can we promise cake next week? You never know! (But you defo got spoiled this first run, Nicola!)

Task all gravy, 6 bags at once all carried with my 24 inch pythons