Cricket is often at the mercy of the elements. Even when we play Mother Nature can often influence a game far more than tactical genius and there is nothing more unpredictable than an English summer, of which this one appears so typical already.
The Spirit of Cricket
Saturdays With Molly – Living With Morons
Under a bank of threatening dark clouds we convened around ten in the morning, ran the Super Soaker up and down a few times, splish-sploshed on the square and conceded to the reality that no game of cricket was taking place today.
Kettle on, phone calls made and a day tending the crops was calling.
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Saturdays With Molly – The Return of the Pencil Case
It was that very rare occasion; a sunny bank holiday Saturday and a drive to another beautiful old ground in the village of Addingham.
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Saturdays (And Sundays) With Molly – It’s A Love Thing?
With the prospect of the dreaded double weekend, dictated by the inclusion of the Villas in the Preliminary Cup round, players not anticipating ironing their whites till June were suddenly in demand and wives were receiving unwarranted attentions.
Flowers and wine in early April could only spell cricket was looming.
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Saturdays With Molly – Out With The String Vest, In With The Kevlar.
An away day on the edge of the Dales – Skipton – saw the resumption of my Second X1 career on the road to the rest home, false teeth and death by slower than medium pace. A new season was here again.
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