Melanie was BACK, armed with a crutch and with Redcliffe Nursery School but a stone's throw from our meet-up point.

The runners took in a bridge on their route whilst the walkers (and hobbler) headed straight to the Nursery School, all arriving together in a way we probably won't ever replicate.

Laura let us in - she'd snuck out of the governors' meeting, and we were let loose on the playground with oodles of leaves to sweep up and sand to refill the sandpit - much sweeping, shovelling and bag emptying/filling as appropriate. It was a top evening for teamwork with bag holders, sweepers and scoopers working together, except for Dave's habit of premature evacuation of his scoop before the bag holder was ready, so some leaves got to be scooped twice (or more).

The leaves get everywhere, so up on the climbing frame it was for Richard G, Vaguely Northern Darren made the leaf blower power lead stretch much further than anyone thought possible (and blowing somewhat aggressively). Matt moved the sand almost single-handedly until it was considered the dumpy sack was light enough to be lifted/dragged by some helpers, who made it look easy.

The rest of us scampered (hobbled) around as the leafage on the ground diminished and the pile of black bags grew - someone's going to be making a LOT of leaf mulch, which bodes well for the school's garden.

And there were still LOADS of leaves on the trees, so hopefully we get to do all this again in another month or so!

Is not gold? This evening we were litter picking in the Redcliffe area, where we previously had a run in with the 5-0. No gold was found but some of the litter we found was golden. From a monster of unknown origin to a poster inviting people to a games event (maybe related?). The usual plethora of litter was also picked. We did not gambol although the rats were quite excited to see us. Anyway that’s enough random rambling.

No litter pickers were harmed in the making of today’s task. Mostly.

Until next time…