Millenium Green: 29-04-2025

The NCVs all cheered this week as their leader, Liz, made a welcome re-appearance after her recent time on sick leave.  "Hurray!!" they all shouted. "No more bossy Ros in charge." After they had calmed down, Liz outlined their task for the day - namely the need to manage the overgrown willow structures near to the Millennium Green scout hut.

There were three willow structures to improve.

This was the biggest and should NOT

have been looking like this!

A good deal of high level pruning 

was required with long handled loppers...

...or short handled ones with 

the use of the ladder.

Those who were tall were at

an advantage.

Gradually the long willow shoots 

sprouting up on top were either

bent over and tied into place...

...or carted off to use in the other

two structures.

Eventually the top was flat...

...and the inside was cleared out.

Now - what about those other two structures?

The rather tatty looking caterpillar tunnel

was given a good deal of TLC.

The ground was too hard and dry to poke

in the harvested willow stems, 

so ends were sharpened...

...and water fetched from the 

nearby pond to wet the ground.

Eventually, this structure, too, was brought...

 

...once more under NCV control

Next, attention turned to the arbor...

...and that was soon sorted ...

...and ready for use by the workers.

Liz had brought a tasty cake

 to celebrate her return,

(Thanks Liz!)

The sun ensured that everyone was

particularly happy.

All that remained was for Tony to 

remove a plank from the pond...

...and everyone could clock off early.

Finally - a 'pome' written by Tony, our very own bard, written in response to hearing the reason for Liz's recent absence.

Liz’s appendix. 

 We know that on Tuesday we’re getting Liz back

It isn’t as if she’s been given the sack, 

 It’s just her appendix that’s caused all the pain 

 But now that bit’s gone she’ll be with us again.

 There’s a worrying thought that has kept us awake, We know operations can be a mistake, 

 The surgeons are human and sometimes mis-treat; 

 We can’t have Liz back if she’s now incomplete. 

 We don’t want to find that they’ve fobbed us all off 

 With less of the Liz, than the Liz we waved off. 

 We’ll count all her fingers, then count all her toes, 

 Her eyes, then her ears, has she still got a nose? 

 The bit that they’ve taken we trust is correct.

 If they’ve taken the wrong bit we’re bound to object. 

 But if she’s all there (in a manner of speaking) 

 No need for some more anatomical tweaking, 

 We’ll thank the good Lord on our bended knees 

 That she’s not lost her other appendices.

Tony