A Close Shave

Poppy and I stopped to watch the cricket on our local field this afternoon. We thought we were safe outside the boundary and under the trees until there was an almighty crack and the batsman hit a six which missed me by about two feet. Straight into the undergrowth much to Poppy’s delight. My blip shows how we left them. (The man on the right was wearing trousers in case you were wondering. 

Extra- the cricket pitch surrounded by trees and ancient burial mounds.