No story telling stuff to mention but to say I am currently learning stories for a busy period of telling coming up.

Today’s title refers to my cricketing playing obsession at this time of the year. Frolicking around in whites(well less frolicking these days) sometimes dodging showers on other occasions avoiding sun stroke! Yesterday I went with the Gloucestershire old men into deepest Somerset to play a game. The venue at North Parrott Cricket Club was stunning see the picture below. As I sat on the balcony waiting to bat I pondered on this surreal game punctuated with sumptuous teas and drinks breaks, polite applause and gaps between activity. I am sure it could only ever been of invented in England, although it is now almost a religion in India, a national identity in Australia. Do they have teas like I enjoyed yesterday?