The Year Seven crew from Bilton Grange School have done their thing to our badly graffitied bridge. It looks blooming marvellous. Thank you, guys.

Bilton Grange Preparatory School is a private school in Dunchurch, formed in 1887 and is mainly a feeder school for Rugby School, which is actually in the town of Rugby. However 50% of pupils do go to other schools such as Eton, Winchester and Harrow. So, guys, when you are all rich and famous, remember little old me and the greenway. All you have to do is click on the “buy me a coffee” link and buy me a few thousand coffees, each!!

Rugby School is of course famous for the game of rugby, when William Webb Ellis picked up a football and ran with it in 1823, thus a new sport was born.

Founded in 1567, the school is one of the oldest independent schools in Britain. So there you are, me rubbing shoulders with the posh folk.

On the other side of our bridge, the naughty mob of angry squirrels decided to throw mud at the cow with two heads. We have been praying for horizontal rain for weeks now, to wash it all off, but sadly, the rain has remained decidedly vertical.

David set about giving the two-headed cow a good scrub behind the ears. Ah, yes, that’s better!

Next, it was my job, armed with my trusty garden strimmer, to trim all the grass and nettles growing around and under the benches from here, southwards, to the end.

The last thing anybody wants is to be sitting at a bench, relaxing and enjoying a coffee or picnic, and getting stung on the buttocks by a cheeky stinging nettle creeping through the seat slats.

We then chopped back any annoying bramble trying to grow into the path, whilst doing a litter-pick at the same time, again working southwards. It’s getting incredibly tight in places so maybe we need to rethink the path width in the winter and try to maintain the width in the summer. It’s just no fun having to brush past nettles all the time, although I did remember to wear my long trousers today, rather than my usual summer shorts.

We were incredibly happy to see a Bloody Nosed Beetle on the path. A little bit of an endangered species here in Warwickshire.

We then broke off for a quick cuppa with our all-terrain mugs and hunger-quenching coconut macaroons, whilst chatting about man-stuff like tanks, Land Rovers, and Jeremy Clarkson’s son who went to Rugby School, and the fact that I spotted JC in a local pub with said son, but didn’t ask for a selfie or nothing coz he looked like he would’ve punched me in the mouth if approached!!

And so we ambled along to the Potford Dam wildflower mini-glade. It’s looking good, but I’m really torn with the wildflowers that are not native to the UK. I’m kinda thinking along the lines of, well it’s nectar and the bees ain’t fussy, with the other part of me thinking, it just don’t look right!!

Our YouTube of the same clearing…

Probably let it be until the more native wildflowers get established and then weed the non-native stuff out??

And lastly, our quest for World Domination took yet another step forwards this week. We had a person from Iceland view the blog. How exciting…

That’s god-knows how many people, or is it just one person who travels around a lot, from a total of 96 different countries!!! Pretty amazing and thank you, person from Iceland.

Well that’s about it for this week. Join in, or pop along and say hello, bring biscuits and we will love you forever!!

Until next week!