Summer temperatures seem to have stabilised at around 25C (77F), so the days are a bit easier; however, we are still not getting much rain, so everything is as dry as a bone.
I think this will be the second blog post in a row where I am not wittering on about blooming benches. Yes, it has been noted that I seem to go on and on and on about the blasted things…

Arrgh… There I go again. It’s probably because every item of clothing that I own is covered in little blobs of brown from the constant restaining of them. Many people have nicknamed me Spotted Dick due to me always being covered in little speckles of pooh brown wood stain.

For some unfathomable reason, they tend to drop the first part and just call me by the last part of the name…

Anyway, back to it. Nine adventurers ventured out for what is the last but one week before we can really start to shape the path ready for next year. Ian, Reece, Marcus, Dave, Mark, Andrew, Ram, Steve and Paul started off just pushing the bramble back.
The usual “flop” into the path from all the nettles and wildflowers just hasn’t happened, so we don’t have much to go at.
We broke for lunch at half-time and enjoyed coffee and Maryland cookies.
Much chatter about the start of the 2026/27 football season, which begins this week. I can feel myself being dragged, kicking and screaming, into a football fan…
Up and down views are looking pretty good.
We cracked on with half an eye on what we want to be doing through Autumn and Winter.
Basically, we want the path width to be about 3 metres, the grassy wildflower strip to be about 2 metres either side of the path, and then scrub and trees towards the edges.
However, we need to raise the crowns of a lot of the trees so that there is a clear view underneath the canopy.
And just allow the sunlight to get to the ground.
We need a couple of Zubat pole saws to reach the slightly out-of-reach branches, so I will go out with a shopping list soon.
That’s about it for this week.
One interesting observation from me. Someone was going on about what the sauce of life is…
I was intrigued, so I asked ChatGPT.

Something interesting to ponder… I think we can tick off quite a few things with what we do on the greenway.
People who know me well will know that I am absolutely fanatical about men getting together and doing stuff. It drives me to distraction with the constant narrative that men should be lonely, uncommunicative, and basically put on the scrap heap at the age of 55+
It really does grind my gears, especially when I see men giving up and accepting some lonely existence, because everywhere they look, older men have sort of become marginalised and made to feel worthless.
So what we do every Wednesday and every other Friday is massively good fun and gets rid of all the rubbish rhetoric that men should be loners. But more importantly, I hope that it shows other men that there is stuff out there to give purpose to life and actually have a laugh.
I will jump off my soapbox for now…
And by the way, people don’t really call me Dick. Well, not to my face, anyway…

Until next time!
Paul





























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































