The Return of Cricket

Various aspects of my life are now returning, and after 4 months of more or less solitary existence, the time has come for me to re-emerge blinking into the sunlight of everyday life.

I return to work in two weeks for a start. I could have hidden away longer, but need some structure in my life.

Then there is the return of cricket.

Last night, I practiced on my own for the first time, bowling - very badly - into an empty net.

Tonight, I headed out for a walk, visited the cricket ground and found it full of life - there was net practice, circuit training a la Muscle Beach in LA, and young kids being coached.

I found myself taking part, nervously, in the net session and was only moderately awful. My calf is rather strained though, as ever cricket for me means constant niggling injuries at my age.

Anyone who knows me or reads this blog knows how important cricket is to me; it helps with my mental health and improves my socialisation. But I'm still very nervous, and don't really want to travel in other folk's cars so I can only play at home.

So no Saturday match for me this week, but I am in action on Sunday against Fiskerton and Thurgarton. And I have no doubts that I will probably be rubbish.

Si

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