Just another baking hot day on which to drag our weary bodies 'round the shade-free expanse of a cricket ground. At least until the sky clouded over mid-afternoon, there was some tentative rain at about 5pm, and then, a few hours later, the heavens opened, drenching all of us and everything else.
In the meantime we had actually managed half an hour's half-hearted cricket -- it was sufficiently muddy underfoot that the bowlers were uncertain and the batsmen careful, and it was all a bit dull. In fact the final storm (complete with spectacular lightning and true cracks of thunder) probably put the game out of its misery.
The only real pity is that we were doing rather well for once: having been invited to bat, Andy Owen (17 off 15 balls), Bryan Lea (20* off 24 balls) and Andrew Lea (13* off 13 balls) had taken us to 62/1 in the eleventh over and, with batting to come, we must have been eyeing up a total of around 140. If only we'd started like that last night . . .
