And here is the full story of life today in the Green-Gym universe

Even the ducks were enjoying the scene.  It was a beautiful day, sun on the river, what was not to like:

Humans, however, had no time to relax and merely enjoy the view.  The first task tackled was a familiar one: filling potholes in the slack road.  Two volunteers duly set to, finding a barrow, filling it, then filling a few holes, and dancing on them to pack the gravel down:

A second team – the experienced engineers – took on another task familiar from a different site: repairing the rotten base of a section of boardwalk.

Meanwhile, a larger group set to work on the ivy that was ever so slightly overwhelming the fence by the road:

Originally the request was to cut off the ivy along the top of the fence and just give the ivy growing outwards “a haircut trim.”  Site management was worried lest it be only the ivy which was holding up the fence.  As soon as the ivy was cut off the top, however, it peeled away from the fence; WGG destructive instincts kicked in; and most of the ivy ended up in a barrow, and from there to a pile for burning next time; and the fence is still standing strong & sturdy.

Yet another group was tasked with raking out where a willow tree had been removed previously, then bagging up the brash and dragging that too for burning at some point in the future: 

No bonfire today!  Overnight there had been a downpour as can be seen by the state of the road:

So our tea break did not have its usual glow to warm us:

After the break, another task was produced: moving piles of cut weeds, nettles and grass over to the reptile home.  (Not that we saw any of the resident reptiles.)

Towards session end, the ivy group was putting the finishing touches to the fence, and the two road menders were still working hard on the potholes.  We managed to finish on time, though.  Which was just as well really.  The Green Gym weather had behaved perfectly, as it should.  The day changed dramatically after we had arrived home:

Day-time Revels

By the Session Leader:

What, one might ask, were Green-Gymmers doing partying at 11 in the morning?

A jar at the pub after a session is one thing, but not at that hour surely!

They were in fact engaged on the most popular task of the morning – one which was not even on the original manifest.  [Not all changing of plans is unwelcome – Ed.]  From behind, it looked as if volunteers were taking part in some strange South-Oxfordshire rite, for the coming of the equinox perhaps:

Looking closer, one might think a touch of Zorba the Greek had found its way in!

The answer, of course, was more prosaic.  These supposed revellers were actually filling potholes in the driveway:

The other brutalist task of the morning was to dismantle an old bird hide.  This was one of the jobs tackled first.  Three of the support posts were pulled out, and appeared good enough to be re-used:

The fourth one I kicked, and it broke off at ground level.  (Oops: me and my big feet ...  Well it was rotten, honest!)  There was then a small carpet mountain, which had been next to the (now ex-) bird hid, to be moved.  [By brute force, rather than faith – Ed.]  Here the last load is being dragged away.  Note the pallet on top to make sure it didn't escape!

A gentler and more aesthetic, but still demanding, task was to clear sycamore/nettles and tidy tree guards along the bridleway hedge:

Here volunteers are putting the final touches on the end of this section before they moved on to the next:

Meanwhile, there was an autumn maintenance-task on the outdoor furniture: to strip the old paint off wooden benches, and prep for repainting.  It had been anticipated that this might generate a lot of dust.  [So ‘dust masks’ had been added to the ‘control measures’ in the written Session Risk Assessment.  Well done, Andy!  I wouldn’t have thought of this myself: I mean, we always have used dust masks when needed, but I had not thought to list them in the risk-assessment documentation. – Ed.]  In fact, it was better doing them wet.  Site-wardens Sue and Roger plan to oil them when they are dry (the benches that is, not Sue & Roger).  

“The grand strip”

Here, late in the session, is an almost finished (cleaned) bench.  Well done, Mark O! a task that didn’t have too many volunteers.

And the other main task undertaken this morning, besides the many smaller odd-jobs: to clear floating vegetation (? blanket weed) from the study-centre pond.

This was partially successful.  If you sacrificed some of the oxygenating pond weed to act as a sort of sieve, that took some of it out.  I tried to sort one from the other, in order to return the good weed to the pond; but decided that the good weed left in the pond would grow back, rather than risk putting ‘bad weed’ back!

A wonderful display by three different types of dragon/damsel-fly was seen over the pond: green, green & blue, and red ones, possibly attracted by what we had stirred up?  Sadly too quick for my camera work.

There were other wildlife delights at tea-break.  Roger showed us one of the 100+ slow-worms rescued from Goring [for whom I think we built some accommodation in an earlier session? – Ed.]

In contrast, this juvenile grass-snake was a little more camera-shy unfortunately:

[The BBC reported recently (7 Aug 2017) that some scientists reckon the barred grass snake, ‘Natrix helvetica’, is a different species from the common/eastern grass snake, ‘Natrix natrix’.  Which would mean there were four different species of snake native to Britain instead of three; the other two being the smooth snake and the adder.  The latter is the only one which is venomous; they are all protected under the Wildlife and Countryside Act.  Grass snakes can grow to more than a metre long; and are often to be found near water, as their diet consists mainly of amphibians such frogs and newts.  The barred grass snake is grey, not olive green like N. natrix, and does not have the same bright yellow collar, apparently. – Ed.]

Roger also reported several types of bat roosting in the old boatyard shed, barn & tawny owls nesting in the forest area, and even the odd osprey sighting.

Our ‘after’ photos from this morning may not be the most exciting:

But we can confirm that the drive out was much better than our arrival.  If only OCC (Oxfordshire County Council) could do the same in the rest of the county!