Thousands raised in cancer charity tree collection
More than £12,000 has been raised for the Grace Kelly Childhood Cancer Trust, which is based in Worcester.
Volunteers went to households and collected donations in return for taking away Christmas trees.
They visited 658 homes across Herefordshire and Worcestershire, over the course of three days last week.
"We couldn't have done it without our fantastic volunteers and corporate partners, so a big thank you for your time, efforts and resources throughout the campaign," a spokesperson said.
"The money raised will help fund our vital work with young families facing childhood cancer so we really can't thank you all enough."
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