Down in Sydenham Hill wood

Fred led us on a path through Dulwich and Sydenham Hill woods, the last of the North Wood of which Norwood is named. It's a wonderful stretch of old woodland between the houses and trainlines of the area. We came across a ruined folly that used to enhance a Victorian house's back garden once upon a time. The birds were plentiful and the dog walkers cheery - I managed three "Hello" replies out of five, which is a high ratio for London.

Of course, once we stepped into Dulwich, there was only one place we could go - Dulwich Park for table tennis. Fred had an incident where a wasp stung his armpit, but that didn't stop him from trouncing us, again. I won my game against Heath, but I think he would have won if the wind hadn't been so blustery. The weather was on the cusp of being too windy for ping pong, but we persevered. We enjoyed a very nice pub lunch at the Crown and Greyhound, then headed home for a wee break. I spent my time weeding and watching a trio of squirrels squabble over who was to have feeding rights over the fat ball. Also watching was a squadron of sparrows, who should have had the feeding rights, but in this instance, size very much dictated the winner.

In the evening, it was back to King's Place to see The Shee, who were entertaining, but viewing set-up left a lot to be desired - seating behind the people standing. I reckon The Shee fancied that people would be dancing, but this was a tough crowd. Foot-tapping- yes; dancing - no.

Afterwards, we didn't feel like heading home and it was still early (the festival concerts are short at only 45 minutes) so Fred found us tickets to the Trilogy Clarinet Quartet, who were very impressive indeed.