Young Harry has been getting into his cricket…
…as you can see.
I do wonder whether they take it all too seriously.
Poor Adam ended up getting bitten to death while practicing with Harry.
As you can see from this photo, the KL cricket club is 125 years old.
It’s the perfect illustration of KL – the high rises, colonial cricket club and Victorian station.
It was August Bank Holiday Sunday – so it was the Eynsham Beer Festival. As you can see, Sue and Gav didn’t let the cold and windy weather daunt them. Why did we need the sun?
We had beer…
…(well, OK, not everyone enjoyed the Morris Dancing)…
…and CREAM TEAS!
Hurrah – thanks to the lovely Ben Malpus, I now have safe access to the 29QS techo-garret once more. This means I have access to the PC and can blog my beer festival pics from the summer.
It’s been a really good experience, as it’s reminded me what a lovely day it was. And it wasn’t just about BEER…
…we watched a bit of cricket…
…hung out with the urchins…(this my friend Laura’s husband Pete, and their daughter Willow. I LOVE her chubby little arms and tomboy ways)
And best of all, hung out with our friends – I love you Gwen.
Had very English afternoon watching one of Eynsham’s teams playing cricket. For those of you of a transatlantic disposition, or WELSH, can you find the rules here. However, when they’re not having meal breaks, the players stand a round doing nothing quite often.
Here is a rare action shot – in this case Gary racing between the wickets during his dashing 18 run stand.
Here the hero returns, beaten but not bowed.
To be replaced by an equally brave team mate.
Have to say – we were too busy putting paid to the picnic to take a great deal of notice. I hope we clapped in all the right places.
I was rather taken by this chap in his excellent titfer. The child in the background who looks like he’s been raised by wolves is James (and those are his Mother’s
Maddy got into the spirit of things though – as you can see she has an unorthodox stance….
….but it’s quite effective.
And when you’ve had enough of cricket, there’s always hair braiding.