A village ground since 1887. The square first, always.Rolled and mown six times a week by a man who's done it for thirty years. Then the pavilion, the tea, the clock that stopped at ten past. Nets on Tuesdays for anyone who turns up.
Come to netsthe first match, against the next village. We lost. The fixture's still in the book.
from stump to stump. Marked on Friday with string and whiting, checked with a chain.
teams. Two Saturday elevens, a Sunday side, and the under-13s who'll replace all of them.
the time on the pavilion clock. It stopped in 1994. Nobody's fixed it because nobody wants it fixed.
The order matters. A club with a good square and a bad pavilion has cricket. A club with a good pavilion and a bad square has a bar. We've kept the square first for a hundred and thirty years, and the bar has done fine.
Play, watch, or bring a child. All three get you the tea, which is the main thing.
Turn up to nets. Somebody will pick you for a Sunday. If you're any good you'll be picked for a Saturday. If you're not, you'll still be picked for a Sunday.
For people who like cricket at the pace of an afternoon. The bar opens at the toss. The tea is at four. Nobody asks if you play.
Coached by the Saturday players, who were coached by the ones before. Kit provided until they stop growing.
April to September, and the square doesn't get a week off. Here's the year from the groundsman's side.
Tuesdays at six, April to August, at the nets behind the pavilion. Bring trainers. We've got bats, pads, and a bowling machine that only the captain understands. Tell us if you've played, or don't.
Come to nets