Rolling Your Pitch

My mum is up for a visit and we went down to the club to watch the cricket in the afternoon on what was a perfect late summer's day. It felt so warm in the sun that it was almost a relief when the odd cloud passed over! There was not a breath of wind, a rare event down at the cricket field. On any other day I might well have missed Forrest bat for getting carried away on the bike. It was great that his grandmother could watch him score a nicely paced 34 from his now regular slot at first man down. We were only chasing 134, but there were a few wobbles before getting the runs for six wickets. We retain our 2nd position in the league with two games to go. The promotion battle looks like going down to the wire.

Forrest volunteered to roll the pitch at the tea interval. He had a vested interest in doing a good job, and it seemed to work!