In town, at the Belgrave Mela. Watched a performance by a troupe of some very energetic, young street dancers. After they had finished, a woman with a bulldog chewing a wasp expression said to her husband ‘well that just looked like some people just got up on stage and decided to dance’. I’d like to see her try! Something very British, somewhat reassuring, about this little pocket of disgruntlement in a sea of otherwise happy fun loving people enjoying the Bank Holiday.