Our neighbourhood in south London is fairly quiet, fairly safe. It's an uneventful end of the city that has little happening in it but for a few days a year when Wimbledon tennis blows through the neighbourhood two train stops away. We're in the middle of that maelstrom, though it's only really that busy near the station and along Wimbledon Park Road where the shuttle buses run. I'm actually not really going to say much about Wimbledon, the neighbourhood, the park or the tennis courts/games. I've been up doing a little shopping but that's about it. But animals are a big thing around this part of London and they occupy my thoughts a lot. The local Wandsworth brewery, Young's, recently folded up production, but it did something special until recently: it locally delivered the beer by horse-drawn carriage. Now that's something you don't see everyday, anymore. On the horsey front, periodic police patrols wander by on horse. I've been walking the dog...