Mow, mow, mow away gently down the meadow

Two GoodGym-ers and a hanger-on went to mow, went to mow the meadow... and to scythe and rake the recalcitrant bits the mower couldn't cope with. Bare flesh was bitten by horseflies; cowslips were spotted and the scything made their unaccustomed muscles wilt.

A wonderful evening was had in the company of the Friends of Lyncombe Field who lived up to the name with biscuits, advice, training and lots of good chat.

Great to meet newcomer Emma We hope to see you again soon :)