It was the ground that made the day though. Not only was it a beautiful setting on a hill getting towards the Vale of Belvoir, but we were playing on a bit of history.
Initially the pitch had the look of some kind of neolithic burial site, and when you went to field on it you felt like you were wearing some kind of gravity boots as you undulated like a drunken sailor in a storm. Luckily our team had a geography teacher on hand to explain that we were playing on a rare surviving example of ridge and furrow farmland, dating back to the 17th century at latest. Apparently the farmer who owns the cricket ground is subsidised to maintain the site as it is.
It certainly made fielding very interesting, as the ball ran up hill and down dale, although it didn't excuse my missed catch. That was caused by the ball coming out of a tree, or course. Nor my playing all around a straight one while on a colossal 8.
An 8 that raised my final season's average to an impressive 6.00.
All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 29.08.15
|Old tractor porn|
|The opening skirmishes|
|The charming little pavilion|
|Ridge and Furrow expert|
|Not the best of starts|
|A defeated batsman returns|
|What happens when a cricketer touches an electrified fence|
|Spot the ridges and furrows|
|More hot action|
|Crowd prepares to riot|