Softball practice at Clapham yesterday. We had ten players - a good turn-out, possibly the best this year. Also had four bats between us. The threatened rain held off, though it was bitterly cold. Worked on grounders, cut-offs and relays, and played a practice game. Interesting how a couple of people pointedly walked through the game, giving us dirty looks, as if we had no right to be on their lovely British common playing our wretched American sport - even though we were on the designated softball pitch. Darren reckoned this happens quite a lot. The frisbee-ers were back, too - no-one won the extra "Wolf points" Richard offered for hitting one of them with a ball, though.
Afterwards, went to the George, identified by Darren as a bat-friendly pub, for a natter and drink.